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OCTOBER, 1919 

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Frontispiece: Rt. Rev. Mgr. Denis Savage, D.D. 

John Ayscough (Essay) 3 

(T. HALE) 

The Second Eve (Verse) '":. 10 

(A. C. M.) 

Stranger Than Fiction (Story) H 

(BENNIE COSIO, A.B.. "21) 

Henry (Essay) 14 


Amidships (Story) lg ' 


The Lake (Verse) 26 

Coventry Patmore (Essay) 27 


The Cub's Debut (Story) 32 

(T. P. DIAZ, A.B. '22) 


Golden Jubilee of Mgr. Savage 36 

School of Foreign Service 37 

Cardinal Mercier 3g 


College Coach— Richard J. D.ucote 
High School Coach— F. A. Murphy 
Varsity Football Squad 1919 


Diary 39 

Chronicle 40 

Senior Locals " 43 

High School Locals 46 

Alumni Notes 4g 

Football * 


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VOL. XII. OCTOBER, 1919 No. 1 

ftrtiloqiig nn Autumn 

And lo! creation widened on man's view. — Joseph Blancho White 

My song a prelude is, a death-march of the Season . . . 
A Judas-kiss floats down upon the wind, 
And now is gone — ah ! trailing far behind 

A few gold leaves disclosing its vast treason. 

Our mighty cities tower to the sky, 

Wealth and wealth's baubles are found everywhere ; 

To win earth's glory, this our aim and prayer, 
Nor have we learned of sapient History 
To read aright a nation's destiny .... 

Nations have risen, thrived beneath the sun, 
Sinned, deeply sinned, and found oblivion. 


These skies are far too fair, 

Too much richness there, 
Amid this forest touched with red-lit fire, 

And ripened fruits and grain, 

Stretching in loveliness o'er hill and plain, 
That seem to have their uttermost desire, 

Shall quail beneath the blasts and sleeted rain, 
Divested of their grandeur and attire. 

What comes when man has reached and passed his prime, 

But swift decay led on by swifter Time ? 

A Winter that shall be deep, dark and cold, 
Life's winter, hoary, blind and old, 
Which casts upon us all his awful spell, 


And leads, for some, unto the gates of Hell, 
For others, unto gates that open swing 
Upon the vernal terraces of Spring 

Life never dies ! it lives ! it lives again ! 
Either for joy supernal, or eternal pain! 

. C. 

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HE WELCOME with which America greets English men of 
letters when they visit our shores has become a tradition, 
ty JJL¥ Dickens' receptions, however ill re paid — the visit of Matthew 
^F Arnold in later years — Justin McCarthy's toward the close of 
the last century — Fr. Benson's delightful sojourns among us in the earlier 
part of the present decade — all these are too well known for the generous 
cordiality which inspired them to need repetition. The applause with which 
these noblemen of letters were received has become a part of our literary 
history- It was not to be otherwise with Mgr. Bickerstaff Drew. We had 
been enchanted with his delightful novels, as had the rest of the Catholic 
reading world for many years, and his nom de plume, John Ayscough, had 
become a by-word in the forefront of Catholic literary endeavour. Not 
until the cessation of hostilities was our desire to receive him gratified. 
We had been so constantly regaled during the period of the war with visit- 
ing embassies, returned veterans and wounded soldiers that it was some- 
what of a relief to be able to welcome within our midst one whose reputa- 
tion rested with the pen rather than with the sword. Such a one was 
Mgr. Bickerstaff -Drew. True, he had seen some service as chaplain to 
the forces at Malta, Salisbury and on the western front — all of which he 
has so well described in his "John Ayscough's Letters to His Mother" — 
yet he was pre-eminently a man of peace rather than of war, and it was 
as the author of "Marotz" and "Dromina," rather than of "From French 
Windows," that we welcomed him amongst us. That his reception was not 
spectacular as those accorded to others was due more to the nature of the 
times and his own sincere wish to have his advent practically unknown. 
Outside the circle of his admirers, but little was known of his coming, and 
independent of a few notices in the Catholic periodicals, scant information 
was given of his stay. Yet his welcome by the Catholic reading public 
was of the warmest. No note was lacking save that many acquainted with 
the writings of the distinguished convert were ignorant as to the details of 
the writer's life. Those who had read "Gracechurch" were better in- 
formed, yet the story of his life was still unsolved for many. The solution 
had come from the best possible source. John Ayscough himself supplied 
it. Taking form in a beautiful autobiography, rich in tenderness, perfect 
simplicity and charity, entitled "Fernando," a personal affection for the sin- 
gularly attractive nature revealed on every page was aroused in all. Here- 
tofore we were admirers of the intellect of the writer which conceived 


Marotz, San Celestino, Jacqueline and Dromina; Fernando revealed unto 
us the heart of the man behind all these and made us love him the more. 

SOME ONE HAS COMPARED THE LIVES of the great English con- 
verts to different kinds of poetry. The comparison is not without 
foundation. Newman standing giant-like in intellect on the ground work 
of reason, has much of the epic about him ; Manning, in his incessant war- 
fare against bigotry, ignorance and social discontent, resembles some 
knight-errant of the old romances ; Faber's lyric sweetness, Benson's short 
and song-like life rich in fruitfulness — each has its own special attraction. 
John Ayscough's had, too, and we doubt if any have struck a purer note. 
The child whose imagination is fired as he wanders through the storied 
ruins of the old Abbey of Valle Crucis — the boy who peers for a half -hour 
at a time through the wrought iron gate of the convent at Kingstown — 
the youth who founds the semi-religious union of High School mates 
who call themselves the "Society of Jesus" — the brilliant writer who having 
found his faith in Anglican unity rudely shattered, gives us on embracing 
the Catholic belief, our best description of convent life in Marotz, 
these are but so many settings in what is really another exodus ex 
umbris et imaginibus in veritatem. Every great writer has — they say — 
a mission. Perhaps John Ayscough's was to portray the life of the clois- 
ter. His love for the old monasteries was unbounded. Of his first visit to 
one of them, he says : "There are many ruined abbeys whose remains are 
more extensive; but it was the first I ever saw and the impression of pa- 
thetic beauty it made on me nothing seen afterwards could wipe out or 
weaken. I was only five years old then, and did not become a Catholic for 
fifteen years more, but what it made me feel was exactly what I should 
have felt had I been a Catholic child." To him all England seemed strewn 
with the bones of the old church : not ugly charnel-house bones, but lovely 
relics with a poignant sad fragrance — the ruins of abbeys, the old churches, 
the old Cathedrals. It was surely the same love which made Marotz try 
her vocation, the heroine of Dromina become a bride of Christ, and which 
gave us those beautiful descriptions of the ascetic life in Petruccio the 
hermitpope, San Celestino. All this he ascribed to his mother, who, if 
she could not teach him Catholicity, certainly never taught him Protest- 
antism. Her own gentle and sincere, sweet and lovely religion was like a 
Catholic lamp ready-trimmed and only waiting to be lighted. Yet this 
was not the sum of his debt to her. When but four years old she unfolded 
to him the story of the death of our Lord. He had often seen a crucifix 
before that time, but as a child who knew nothing of spite or cruelty, had 
never thought it to be an instrument of torture or death. Almost hurriedly 


with a haste that dares not linger, she traced the sorrowful path to Cal- 
vary ; her words were mostly those of scripture itself, brief and plain. But 
she told the tale of the world's tragedy in such fashion that the child who 
heard could never forget. "The windy afternoon waned to dusk, but be- 
fore it ended the little listening child had already become fixed in the love 
of all his life. Looking back over half a century, it seems to me as plain 
and clear as death and life themselves that all the later steps that brought 
him actually within the Catholic church were but inevitable details ; that 
he had come to the threshold on that first-remembered Good Friday." "Her 
own life indeed was an Iliad of suffering. Coming a young Irish girl into 
a strange land, unwelcomed by her husband's relations, later widowed with 
three children to care for, her lot was none of the easiest. Her husband 
died soon after her eldest child. "Long, long before she had learned to 
cease listening for a child's step on the stair, for a step that had carried 
the little feet out of all human hearing up the golden ladder, she was alone 
in the world, widowed with three children, and no income. . . . That 
any woman could keep herself and two children on about three pounds a 
month may seem impossible, yet it was all her regular income, if that 
can be called regular, which was often most irregular. All the same, she 
did live, and no one that met her of her own class, or of any other, ever 
failed to recognize that she was a lady, or to respect as well as to admire 
her. Her poverty never made her squalid, nor could her sorrows or anx- 
ieties ever make her sour, gloomy or discontented. Her great loneliness in 
the world gave her a friend whom otherwise she might never have known 
so well, and her quiet and sweet trust in him when she might have felt 
friendless altogether, he rewarded by sending her many other friends." 
To his mother, John Ayscough seems also indebted for his determination 
to write. Herself something of a writer, she used this means to support 
her little charges. He himself tells us that when her little boys had been 
put to bed after saying their prayers aloud at her knee to all the Father 
they had, she would write, write far into the night. On some such night 
when about 6 years old, he, Fernando, had a night-mare, and waking in ter- 
ror, he went across to the parlor to ask his mother to soothe him back to 
sense and courage: he found her writing, and perhaps he interrupted the 
flow of inspiration, the climax of a plot, but he was not scolded or driven off 
to bed. We will let him describe the incident himself: "Eh, dear, how well I 
remember how young she looked as she lifted her pretty face from her task 
and smiled down into the frightened eyes of her baby ; now lonely, too, in 
the sleeping hours, with one candle to light her as she worked and worked to 
earn bread for her boys to eat. It was then that Fernando, forgetting his 
nightmare, resolved for good and all to write, too, and determined that 


what he wrote should pay her back a little and earn some ease and com- 
fort for her in return. It took him nearly half a century to keep his prom- 
ise to himself ; but still out of that far-away past he can hear the slashing 
of the windy rain against the one window of the lodging parlor, and feel 
against his own the loving pulse of that great, great heart all motherhood 
and trust in the Mighty Father of fatherless children as the widowed crea- 
ture lifted her baby in her arms and soothed and comforted him, patting 
him and whispering, "And I was here all the time, and your Father there. 
Oh, Fernando !' " 

THERE ARE OTHER, delightful incidents in John Ayscough's boyhood. 
His boyish petulance compared with his elder brother's, Peveril's, 
monotonous goodness — the presents at Christmas Eve from Cousin Sam, 
who, though rich in his oversea trade, was tender-hearted in his wealth 
for poverty out of sight, which is so commonly out of mind, too — Fernan- 
do's angel — his little playmate — dying at such an early age, and listening 
with softly closed eyes to the music of another world, these are episodes 
which need no fiction to strengthen their appealing force. We feel a natural 
interest in the boy who weeps over the shallow grave of Sooty, his favorite 
cat, and, hearing of somebody buried in a trance, exhumes her, to be as- 
sured of her demise — whose imagination is aroused by a cavalcade of pass- 
ing Gypsies of which lasting impression Dromina was to be the result near- 
ly fifty years afterwards — and who remodels and re-peoples history to suit 
his own fancy. He made a history of England for himself, saving many 
lives and sacrificing others. He changed clothes with Charles I in prison 
(his must have been a tight fit for the poor monarch) who thus escaped to 
Queen Henrietta in France. Not having spared his own life, he could not 
be blamed for depriving Oliver Cromwell of his whom he hanged, as later on 
he hanged William of Orange. Mary, Queen of Scots, he saved from Foth- 
eringay Castle by means of a rope ladder, a fleet steed and ship of which 
he himself was captain. Queen Elizabeth he did not execute, but merely 
dethroned and married as his third wife to Sir William Cecil for their 
mutual correction. There was no Culloden, and Cumberland never earned 
his title of butcher. History thus edited, he boyishly argued, is much 
pleasanter than the real thing. With fiction he was not more scrupulous. 
He made Paul Dombey recover and marry Cordelia Blimber, spectacles and 
all — David Copperfield's mother never did marry Mr. Murdstone (which 
naturally saved David much misery) but found a more congenial partner 
in Mr. Dick — Miss Trotwood espousing Agnes' father was not in the least 
jealous. These and other singular impertinences committed by him on mas- 
terpieces of fiction were characteristic. At nineteen he had written a novel 


of his own, and two years afterwards it was published. While at school in 
the heart of the English midlands which the genius of George Eliot has so 
well betrayed, walking to the village where Adam Beded is said to have 
lived, he prays for the soul of Hetty Sorrel. He was always writing when 
he himself acknowledges he should have been reading and learning. He 
edited The Wolstonian, a school magazine, for which he did not write very 
much, but contributed in 1878 his first essay to Chamber's Journal, and in 
1879 had an article in The Globe. 

His studies at Lichfield and at Gracechurch before his conversion 
he does not picture as of the brightest, yet that telegram which he received 
from the head master at St. Wolstan's during the Chrismas holidays: 
"Best congratulations ; you have floored your examiners" announcing that 
he had passed with first honors — this and his taking the senior divinity 
prize in 1876 and 1877 incline us to think otherwise. True he sneered at all 
mathematics as 'sums,' and regarded algebra as a fiendish Islamic invention 
for the torment of the Nazarenes, but Macaulay had his troubles in that 
line, too, and seemed none the worse for it. 

OF HIS STEPS to the fold, we can only speak in part. The son of a 
Protestant clergyman (like Hugh Benson and Toby Mathew) the 
atmosphere of his home life was amazingly Catholic. Of his inherited love 
for monastic ruins, we have already spoken. Catholic edifices ever attract- 
ed him, and long before he had begun to doubt that the Anglican was 
the Catholic church he had assisted at Catholic devotions. "You," said 
Cardinal Manning to him, after his conversion, "You urchin sang Our 
Lady's litany when you were a Protestant, and you meant to remain one. 
I never said my first Hail Mary in church until I had resigned the arch- 
bishopric of Chichester. Then I went over the bridge to St. George's and 
knelt down in the Lady's Chapel and knew that I had a right to say it." 
At school he wore a medal bearing the portrait of Pius IX, already then 
dead, who was no doubt praying for him in Heaven. He long held with 
Samuel Johnson that "A man who is converted from Protestantism to 
Popery may be sincere, as he parts with nothing ; he is only superadding to 
what he already had. But a convert from Popery to Protestantism gives 
up so much of what he has held as sacred as anything he retains ; there is 
so much laceration of mind in such a conversion that it can hardly be sin- 
cere and lasting." To him the reformation was always a thing deplorable 
to remember, to ignore as far as might be ; the thousand years before it 
were England's good days. In no new church could he feel, however beau- 
tiful it might be, the same delight as came from one in which the Crusades 
might have been preached, and God's Mother had been given without grudg- 


fng or apology her meed of love and praise. His first confession to an An- 
glican elergyman took four hours to make, and he made it fasting at eight 
in the evening. His first confession to a Catholic priest was not till three 
years. later on the day of his reception into the church: it also began at 
eight o'clock, but at eight o'clock in the morning, and it was over by ten 
minutes past. He heard Rev. Basil Maturin preach at Grangegorman in 
the suburbs of Dublin. The two were soon to be united in another and 
holier fold. It was while professor at St. Wolston's that he read himself 
into the church. Discovering Anglican orders to be invalid, he wrote to Dr. 
Pusey, and the great tractarian answered in a long letter in a tiny, rather 
crabbed, hand. Not content, he got into communication with Cardinal 
Manning, who answered at once with a clear, direct brevity, advising him 
to examine not items of belief, but the grounds of faith. To only one per- 
son, however, did he speak of the resolution he had formed of being re- 
ceived into the Catholic church, and that one person was his mother. Of 
her sympathy he felt sure, though her approval he could hardly expect, 
although she eventually followed him two years later. She felt sure that 
as an Anglican he would rise to be a head master, and that his becoming a 
Catholic would shut up every visible avenue of success. 

prophecy uttered by a Catholic lady some years before when he had 
been shown the secret chapel used in her house during the penal times — 
"Some day you will be one of us" — was fulfilled. He had friends in nearly 
all the colleges of the university, and often heard mass in the private chapel 
of his friend, the Papal Chamberlain. (He little knew he was to hold a like 
office some years later) . The final steps were best described by himself. 

WHEN FERNANDO WALKED HOME to his lodgings, he was saying 
to himself all the way, "Tomorrow I shall be a Catholic." He was 
very nearly home. Tomorrow he would be a Catholic, and after longing 
for it from childhood, tomorrow he would have his share in that great in- 
heritance of which every Catholic child and boy and man is co-heir. 
"'"_, Already he loved Oxford with an intense and peculiar affection: and 
Oxford could never have been without the Catholic church. Her streets 
were filled with venerable and beautiful colleges and churches; and each 
of them was a monument poignant and pathetic with one inscription for all, 
"Hie Jacet Fides Catholica." If only he could do something to help the 
conversion of England, Since childhood he had been serving an apprentice- 
ship that was to last many a long year yet : if only he could write something 
for the conversion of England! He could not help feeling that he was 


getting everything and giving nothing ; he had no wealth like some converts 
to serve the church withal. Others brought intellect, he came empty- 
handed. All he could give the church was a son's kiss of love and thank- 

He stood still upon the beautiful bridge of St. Mary Magdalen's Col- 
lege and looked up at the lovely white tower, wondering. Why should he 
be given so great gift, and others more fit for it not have it ? 

To him it seemed that his mother herself had brought him to that 
other mother's arms, and that he must not be content till she should also 
receive that joy and prize which tomorrow should be his. 

THE CLOCKS OF THE ANCIENT CITY had began to strike, and Fer- 
nando waited till the last of them had done striking. "Today I shall 
be a Catholic," he said. On the 26th of October, 1878, he was early awake, 
and his first thought on waking was "It is today!" I think he felt not 
very differently from a bridegroom on his wedding morning. He had 
always from almost boyhood been in love with the Catholic church. As 
secret as a boy's first love his had been ; as secret, and perhaps as obvious. 
And now the day had come which was to make her lawfully his own. 

It could not seem like another day before or after. The light of the 
autumn morning was the light that never was on sea or land, rarefied, not 
shining from any created sun, a dawn with no sunset to it. The sun was 
aslant on the leaves of the treetops behind the long wall in Magdalen 
grove. What a light! Inside a few friends were gathered — come to see 
him made a Catholic. They were in the vestibule of the chapel, standing 
around a great marble figure of God's Great Mother with her divine smiling 
baby in her arms. And she smiled, too, as she held him to her heart as if 
she were saying to him, "Another, another: for you and for me." He 
remembered that his snowy Yorkshire birthday had been the day on which 
she first showed herself to the peasant child at Lourdes. All these years 
she had been drawing him, and now he was come ! He had always loved 
her feet, and now he might kiss them of right ! 

After baptism and mass, down in the vestibule, they who had come 
to be present drew close with friendly, brotherly congratulations as though 
they said, "You are one of us, you are come into our family, and henceforth 
will dwell in our house with us." 

And behind them stood an innumerable company : all the martyrs and 
saints, the great dynasty of popes, the vast unnumbered body of Cath- 
olics in all ages: all smiling encouragingly, and with the same word in their 
eyes : "You are one of us !" 

3lje Bttnnb IEuf 

More fair than flower or snowflake on the lea, 
Or moonlight on a lily-flooded land 
The fruit-filled fingers of fair Eve unmanned 

Our first great Sire, to flout God's first decree. 

But, ah ! more fair in stainless chastity, 

Mary, thy snow-white, grace-filled, gracious hand, 
As Gabriel said, as Love Divine had planned, 

Reached to a richer, world-enriching tree. 

"Fiat," thou spokest. Majesty on high 

Beheld the hand uplifted, filled with grace. 

Thy fingers offered fruit, the tear, the sigh, 
The world with all its woes upon its face. 

And Majesty did taste, and came to die. 

Hail, Second Eve, Restorer of our Race! 

—A. C. M. 

dirangerttjan Jttrtton 


N THE EARLY PART OF 1917 there lived in the fashionable 
section of Duluth, an adventurous young fellow named Jean Du- 
pont. His parents had immigrated to America in the early part 
of the nineteenth century, and after the custom of many of their 
kind, had named their offspring after them. Jean was the 
fifth descendant of his line in America, and was therefore looked upon as a 
member of Duluth's old aristocracy. He worked by day in the Second 
National Bank, and was fast acquiring a name for himself when America 
sounded her clarion of war. The trumpets blew forth the summons to 
battle, and her manhood was called upon to defend the flag from the in- 
sults and abuses of the oncoming German hordes. Everywhere poured 
forth the youths of a mighty nation to help stem the tide of humanity 
desolating the fields of France and Belgium. And Jean was among the 
first to take his place in the ranks to fight for his country and to defend 

the land of his ancestors 

A few weeks later found him on the deck of a transport plying between 
France and the United States. He had entered the artillery, and upon his 
arrival was given special instruction by French Army experts who had 
weathered the battlefront and come back unscarred to teach their expe- 
riences to younger and sturdier blood 

It was a rainy night six months later that found Jean in a small 
shell hole on the borders of "No Man's Land". There had been a steady 
drizzle all day long and night coming on, and had brought a cold wind from 
the North, which seemed to bite through and through. Indeed, he was 
very miserable as he sat there listening to the occasional cannonading of 
the enemy and heard the quick retaliation of our own forces. A touch of 
homesickness was beginning to steal over him when the hum of a bullet 
overhead roused him from his reveries. Instinctively, he ducked, and on 
looking up discovered that his two companions were already attempting 
to pick out the source of this sudden outburst of hostility. There was a 
flash as of some meteor plowing its way over the sky, and dirt flew up 
within a few feet of the shellhole. The enemy had evidently discovered 
them and was endeavoring to pick them out from the myriads of shell- 
holes honeycombing "No Man's Land." As the hour wore on the fire of 
the enemy became more accurate as they concentrated in the immediate 
vicinity of Jean and his companions. 

As leader, he ordered the small machine gun mounted, and at the next 
outburst from the enemy spat back at them with all the fury of pent-up 


rancor. Then ensued a long and stubborn conflict. Finally after an exceed- 
ingly lucky shot, the gun of their opponents was silenced. Thinking per- 
haps that this was another prank or ruse on their part, Jean waited a half- 
hour — an hour before he gave the command to advance. Slowly and stealth- 
ily they pushed forward, making the most of the debris and excavations 
about them, and at last reached the Howitzer. It was guarded by a soli- 
tary lieutenant, the remainder of the crew being disposed of already. A 
hand-to-hand fight ensued between Jean and the young officer. When 
Jean Dupont journeyed back across "No Man's Land," he carried in his 
inside pocket the dog tag which he had taken from the dead body of the 
German lieutenant. 

TWO WEEKS AFTER the armistice was signed, and toward the end 
of November, 1918, Jean found himself stationed with the American 
Army of Occupation in Coblenz, Germany. He was billeted with a German 
family named Belheim, and given a neat room to sleep in by the good 

One day as he sat on the front porch, a young girl drove up in a hack, 
and, alighting, entered the house. She was tall and slimly built, and her 
face wore a certain expression of sadness. He could not but wonder at her 
golden hair and fair complexion. Carrying herself with a grace that had 
a charm all its own, she held the youth fascinated. He watched her disap- 
pear through the doorway, and heard the excited exclamation from the 
mother within. Whilst he sat there musing over the appearance of this 
stranger out of what seemed to be a clear sky, the bell sounded, and he 
was summoned to dinner. At the table he was introduced to Valdine Bel- 
heim, and there followed a pleasant, but all-too-short evening for the gay 
young people. She seeemed to exert a magnetic influence over him, recall- 
ing his many friends of two years ago back in the States. As the days 
wore on, they became intimate friends. She could speak English rather 
fluently, due to her training in the university, and every day produced 
some new charm in her for the young man. They went on picnics, visited 
all of the finest cafes, and, in a word, enjoyed themselves to the utmost. 

At last he received his summons home. He was overjoyed at first, but 
as the days wore on he began to realize what this little German girl meant 
to him, more and more. How could he leave the welcome little smile, her 
witty conversation and her fascinating personality ! Overcome by his emo- 
tions, he sauntered down the outskirting streets of the town and headed 
toward the open country. Heedless of the directions of his footsteps, he 
walked on, absorbed in his meditations, looking neither to right or left. Sud- 
denly he came upon her, sitting by a stream. She was feeding breadcrumbs 


to the minnows, and with little cries of glee flinging the water into the air — 
totally unconscious of his nearness. What a splendid picture she made 
blending in perfect harmony with the trees, the ferns, the birds and the 
whole landscape. Then came to him the realization that he was in love with 
this quaint German girl. Going up, he took her hand in his, and looking 
into the water, he asked her in a quavering voice to become his wife — 
dreading the answer, lest it be in the negative. 

A week later they were married in the little parish church, and that 
afternoon they sailed together for America. The giant steamer plowed its 
way across the mighty ocean, never faltering in the direction of her objec- 

ONE NIGHT as they sat in the sitting room of their new little home, 
Valdine asked him to show her some of the souvenirs of the war. 
Somewhat proudly, he drew from his inside pocket the worn-smooth dog 
tag, and held it up for her inspection. She laughingly fingered it, turning 
it over in the palm of her hand with idle curiosity, when she suddenly 
gave a startled exclamation. "What is it, sweetheart ?"he asked in startled 
tones. "It is — it is," she faltered, and continued in a trembling whisper, "it 
is the official number of my brother who was killed whilst operating a 
machine gun ! He was a lieutenant in the artillery." . . . 

And so, little diary, I have told you much — even the secret I guard 
so zealously from my dear little wife, that of being the slayer of her 
brother. Fate deals strange hands to some of us, but what could be more 
strange than mine? 

© Ijtttrg 


ANY CONFESS to a knowledge of Henry, but few know Syd- 
ney Porter; yet they are one and the same person. During 
some years this flat dweller in Manhattan has been perhaps 
the most popular short story writer in America. His reasonable 
desire to share none of the fame attached to his pen name has 
brought into existence a vast amount of what we may call Henry legend. 
His career has been pieced together out of magnified bits of gossip. Even on 
the occasion of his death some years ago the accounts given of him were 
misleading to the public. The legend ran that he had been a tramp, tin- 
type artist, book agent, penny-a-liner, prospector in hard luck, cowboy, 
artist, druggist. None but the last mentioned occupation had any founda- 
tion in fact, and when one considers that he worked but two weeks in a 
drug store, it falls little short of a myth. 

Henry has had a wandering career to be sure, but his aim has never 
wandered. He wanted to be a writer, and to write well. To attain this 
end, he experienced none of the hardships often incidental to a literary 
apprenticeship. He never wrote a story that he did not eventually succeed 
in selling. At first he only got $50 for a story, "no better," as he himself 
acknowledged, "than those which in later days fetched a much larger price." 

Sydney Porter was the son of Algernon S. Porter, a physician, and 
was born and bred at Greensboro, N. C, receiving but a rudimentary 
education. When still a youth, he went to Texas, where he spent three 
years on the ranch of Lee Hall, a ranger. Even then he was planning to 
write. To further his aim, he secured a position with "The Post," a news- 
paper of Houston. A year later we find him purchasing Brann's Iconoclast 
for $250, but to re-sell it some months later to its original owner. His own 
paper, "The Rolling Stone," being shortlived, he went to Central America, 
where he spent most of his time "knocking around among the refugees and 
consuls." Returning to Texas, he wandered thence to New Orleans, where 
he first began his work as a writer. 

It was there he adopted his pen name, Henry. There are several 
accounts of the origin of the name. Some say that he picked the last name 
"Henry," at random from the society columns of a New Orleans paper, 
affixing the "0" afterwards as being the easiest letter to write. Others, 
however, hold it to be derived from the name of the French chemist, 
Etienne Ossian Henry, whose abridged name he chanced upon in his phar- 
macal researches. 

Convicted of misuse of bank funds (a charge he supplemented by 


flight) , Henry passed three years and three months in the Ohio state pen- 
itentiary at Columbus. On his release he came to New York, where he re- 
sumed his work as a writer. His stories soon attracted wide attention, 
and were received with an avidity which was scarcely checked by his pre- 
mature death. Like another great litterateur, he awoke to find himself 
famous. His stories commanded fabulous prices, and their success with 
the public broke the tradition current among publishers that short stories 
are losing investments. 

Henry's wanderings had naturally much to do with the character 
of his works. Texas gives us the setting for the heart of the West. Cen- 
tral America is the scene of cabbages and kings. The Four Million, The 
Voice of the City and The Trimmed Lamp are stories of New York City. 
His New York stories are undoubtedly his best, and show the most level 
degree of excellence. His South and West are boyish — his opera bouffe 
Spanish-American republics are similar. His New York has quality, and is 
of the family of Dicken's London and Hugo's Paris. Yet this influence of 
place is insignificant. The qualities that mark his work are, says a writer, 
"as universal as human nature and as free from the restrictions of locality." 

"People say I know New York well," says Henry. "Just change 
Twenty-third street in one of my New York stories to Main street, rub out 
the Flat Iron building and put in Town Hall. Then the story will fit just 
as truly elsewhere. At least, I hope that is the case with what I write. So 
long as your story is true to life, the mere change of local color will set it in 
the East, West, South or North. The characters in the Arabian Nights 
parade up and down Broadway at midday, or Main street in Dallas, Texas." 
Although possessed with but little education, he was gifted with the ability 
to represent human nature with unusual clearness and accuracy. In that 
lay the charm of his works. Were it not for his accurate portrayal of 
human nature, his defects would be still more glaring. 

A modern writer says: "It is a common temptation to compare a 
recent arrival in literature with its veterans or its gods. Henry's indif- 
ference to the English language as he makes it do his bidding is like the 
big indifference of Kipling. A likeness to Dickens is more obvious. There 
is the largeness of philosophy and sympathy, the gleam and flash of wit, 
humour grotesque and deep, and the half-intimate gaiety of manner that 
after all is not really gay and not really intimate. His stories make a sort 
of comedie humaine. He takes rag-time music and gives an effect that 
challenges the tragedy of grand opera. 'Life,' he says, himself, 'is made 
up of snobs, snifles and smiles with sniffles predominating.' 

Henry delights in the improbable. He loves to deal in chance and 
gives a smoothly running theme the most unexpected turns. These turns 


add life and vividness, it is true, but at times our patience is exhausted. 
In a story in "Whirligigs," he describes a nocturnal interview in which a 
burglar and a small boy discuss the etiquette of their mutual relation by 
formulas derived from short stories with which both are amazingly famil- 
iar. This can scarcely be a right use of the improbable. Even an imagi- 
nation inured to the virtues of burglars and the maturity of small boys 
will have nothing to do with this insanity. He can go still further. In a 
"Comedy in Rubber" two persons become so used to spectatorship in trans- 
actions in the street that they drift into the part of spectators when the 
transaction is their own wedding. Can anything be more improbable? 
Henry supplies it. In the "Romance of a Busy Broker," a busy and for- 
getful man in a freak of absentmindedness offers his hand to a stenog- 
rapher whom he had married the night before. There is one literary trait 
in which Henry is unsurpassed. That is in the designing of plots. The 
greatest masters of literature have not unfrequently borrowed their plots. 
Chaucer and Shakespeare prove this. Yet this half-educated American 
has been original in a field in which original men have been mere copyists. 
A writer in the Review proves this point. "Illustration of conceded truths," 
he says, "is rarely superfluous. I supply two instances. Two lads parting 
in New York, agree to meet after twenty years at a specified hour, date 
and corner. Both are faithful : but the years of separation has turned one 
into a criminal, another into an officer of the law. Behind the picturesque 
rendezvous lurks a powerful dramatic situation. The "furnished room" 
in the "Four Million" affords another example. A man trails a woman 
through the wilderness of apartments on the lower west side. Chance 
leads him to the very room where the woman ended her life some days 
before. In the very bed in which the girl died, the man sleeps and dies, and 
the entrance of the deadly fumes into his nostrils shut the sinister and 
mournful coincidence from the knowledge of mankind. Henry gave 
these tales neither extension nor prominence. So far as I know, they were 
received without salvos or bravos. The distinction of a body of work in 
which such specimens are undistinguished hardly requires comment." 

A few types among these stories may be specified. There are the 
Sydney cartonisms defined in the name : Tartaron de Tarascon camouflaged 
under Colgan the Cosmopolite in the cafe ; complemental stories like that 
of Jem and Delia : the former sacrifices his watch to buy a comb for Delia, 
while she had sacrificed her beloved hair to buy a chain for Jem. There is 
Soapy on the park bench in Central converted by the sound of the organ, 
but to be newly arrested and transferred to Blackwell's for loitering. There 
is Black Bill, the robber, who has his master, a Texas ranger, arrested for 
the robbery he himself had committed. There is Maggie, who has her pic- 



ture of the Count, her dead husband, which proves to be that of Sullivan, 
a prize fighter. 

The reader will call to mind these and many other instances of 
Henry's inventiveness. There is another good point we would wish to 
observe in him. He is essentially a friend of the poor — the Four Million, he 
calls them, and has but little sympathy for those of the remaining four hun- 
dred who oppress them. His feeling for underpaid working girls is well 
known. His passionate concern for this wrong derives a peculiar emphasis 
from the fact that he has no use for philanthropy in its collective forms. 
When in his dream of Heaven he is asked, "Are you one of the bunch?" 
(meaning one of the bunch of grasping employers) , the response through 
all its slang is soul-stirring. "Not on your immortality," said I, "I am 
only the fellow that set fire to an orphan asylum and murdered a blind 
man for his pennies !" "The author of that retort," says a writer, "may 
have some difficulties with the sentries that watch the entrance of Par- 
nassus : he will have none with the gatekeeper of the New Jerusalem." 



HE GREAT STEEL GREYHOUND stole from her berth in an 
Atlantic port, as the mists of an October morning filled the at- 
mosphere with an impenetrability through which spying eyes 
could not see. Aboard of her were some eight thousand khaki- 
clad fighters of the United States — many of them young boys 
whb had yet to reach their twentieth birthday. They were volunteers, 
everyone of them, and were among the first to answer the call to arms. 

Owing to the necessary restrictions, the decks of this transport — 
Peace, by name — presented nothing out of the ordinary from that which 
may be seen on all liners at any time. To the casual eye she seemed to be 
a common ocean steamer, but beneath her decks eight thousand soldiers 
slept. A few of the wakeful ones were eagerly gazing through the port- 
holes at the shore, now a half-mile away. Among these was a youth named 
Hugh White. Hugh was in the graduating class of Wilton High School 
when the country declared war on Germany. He readily obtained permis- 
sion from his parents to join the artillery branch of the United States 
Army. His father was the son of a Confederate Veteran, and was only too 
glad to see his boy eagerly rallying to the colors. But when came the time 
for his departure for the camp, his mother's farewell was too much for him, 
and though a manly boy, he could not help crying a little at the wrench the 
separation made. 

Two months were spent in a training camp in Kentucky, where the 
intricacies and minutest details of artillery manoeuvering and firing were 
learned. Due to his diligence and natural ability, Hugh was at first made 
a corporal, and then a sergeant. With but two months of training, his 
regiment was ordered to embark for overseas, and it was with the greatest 
feelings of pride and joy and with a keen desire for the adventure ahead 
of him that he now found himself between the decks of the Peace looking 
at the fast-receding shoreline. 

Anxious and eager for the battle, he could not but ponder with some 
regret and misgivings as to his chances for returning, and a strange feel- 
ing was within him ; one which he had never before experienced — the rea- 
lization of what would now be required of him. 

Just then the bugle sounded the "call to mess," and brought Hugh back 
from his pensive mood. As he turned from the rail, he caught sight of an- 
other youth who had been standing near him, looking wistfully at the ever- 
widening space between the steamer and shore. A slight frown spread over 
Hugh's face as he recognized this tall, handsome boy as Frank Tillon. 


THE DAY HUGH ARRIVED at the camp in Kentucky, everything was 
strange to him. Consequently, when he was given an order by a pri- 
vate to go to the stables and curry some horses, Hugh thought a trick was 
being played on him by the more experienced recruits. He hesitated a 
moment, and for so doing received a severe reprimand from an officer who 
happened to be passing by. Hugh blushed with mortification as a group of 
other boys enjoyed a long laugh at his expense, coupled with some insult- 
ing remarks. One of the latter was to the effect that he was afraid of 
the horses. Hugh was not a boy to get angry easily, but when someone 
commented on his bravery, and insinuated that he was a coward, he could 
not control himself. He turned fiercely around and asked the man who 
had made the remark to take back his words. In answer, a big fellow 
came forward, and then started a fight. This man was Frank Tillon. 

Frank was a boy very much similar to Hugh, but he was possessed of 
an unenviable temper, and when a scuffle was going on, you could count 
on him being in it. Irrespective of this trait, he was a fine lad, manly, 
clean, upright, and an excellent soldier. It was from no feeling of animos- 
ity that he stepped out of the group and entered this fight, but merely his 
temper that urged him on. 

As Frank came out, Hugh jumped on guard, not willing to strike the 
first blow. His opponent stepped in and made a pass at him, which Hugh 
dodged, and then swung a swift right hook to the former's jaw. The strug- 
gle grew more fierce each minute, and was turning out to be a most lively 
and interesting one, when two lieutenants arrived on the scene and broke 
up the fight. 

Ever since that time, Hugh had wanted to be friends with Frank, but 
being possessed of a proud disposition, he would not make the first ad- 
vances. Frank, too, was anxious to be friendly. He had been sorry for the 
part he had had in the fight from the moment that his temper cooled 
down, and good judgment took the place of anger. He realized that he had 
done the wrong thing in entering the fight, and he now knew that far from 
being a coward, Hugh possessed a pugilistic prowess that could well be 
boasted of. However, the same feeling dominated him in not being the 
first one to make the overtures of friendship. 

And now, as Hugh turned from the rail, he beheld Frank standing 
near him. Frank looked at Hugh, and then turned his eyes out to sea 
again. The rush of men below to answer the call to breakfast left no fur- 
ther time for reflection, and Hugh went down, accompanied by some of his 
friends, who were also on their way below. 

When the boys again came on deck, the sun was high in the Heavens, 


and the coast was a mere speck in the distance, looking like some heavy 
clouds lying low down on the horizon. 

The convoy that the Peace was in was one of the largest that had yet 
been sent across to the allies, and for this reason more precautions than 
usual were taken with the ships. Fifteen troopships were carrying the sol- 
diers ; eight vessels were loaded with supplies ; and twenty destroyers com- 
pleted the entire procession. It was an inspiring sight to gaze around and 
take in the view, a true representation of the might of a nation that stands 
always for Justice and Freedom. 

The first day wore rapidly away. Everything presented a novelty to 
the boys, and interest was keen. All sorts of questions were asked and 
answered by fellows who had little more knowledge, if any, than those who 
made the inquiries. Good-fellowship was manifest everywhere. 

Hugh and Joe Underwood, a boy from Hugh's home town, and also a 
member of his battery, before coming aboard the troopship had discussed 
the situation and agreed that the trip across would be nothing but a pleas- 
ant jaunt, as they felt confident that the submarine danger was a mere 
phantom, and that there would be no drills or formations, with the excep- 
tion of the "mess calls." However, they soon found out that their concep- 
tion of the trip was radically wrong. There were assemblies, drills, instruc- 
tions, classes, orders galore, fire calls, boat exercises and a host of other 
things about which they had never dreamed. 

Thus three days wore away, and the journey was becoming monoto- 
nous. Some of the boys had never been on a sea trip before, and the usual 
swell and surge of the waves had made many of them lose, not their hearts, 
but almost everything else. Though talk of submarines was not a constant 
subject of conversation, yet uneasiness was manifest on a great many 
countenances ; accident drills Were more frequent ; the naval officers on the 
ship appeared to be grave, for they realized that in a convoy of such a size 
the danger of attack was doubly great. In fact, everything seemed pos- 
sessed of a seriousness that warranted no play. 

In all of this, Hugh and Joe were no exceptions. In the quiet of an 
obscure nook of the vessel, the two boys would come together and talk it 
over. It was during one of these conversations that the two resolved to 
write letters to their homefolks, and if anything happened to one of them 
and he should be lost, then the other would deliver the lost one's letters. 

TOWARDS THE END OF THE AFTERNOON of the third day out, just 
when they were beginning to enter the danger zone, the sea grew 
stormy, the sun had not been shining during that day, and the clouds over- 
head presented a foreboding appearance. The choppiness of the waves 
caused the ships to rise and heave so that moving about was a difficult task. 


As the wind increased in violence, the ships in the convoy found it stren- 
uous work to keep their respective positions, and consequently they were 
scactered about. The weather was extremely cold, and few of the men were 
to be found on the decks. Hugh and Tom, however, took a great joy in the 
storm, and were on the decks as much as possible. 

Just as the dusk was beginning to settle down on the water, an uncom- 
mon noise was heard coming from the hold of the ship. It was not long 
before a report was current that some of the heavier pieces of the artil- 
lery had become loosened from their positions in the hold by the tossing of 
the ship, and a call for volunteers to go down into the very depths of the 
vessel to secure the pieces was made. This was a most unenviable thing 
to do, one from which no credit would be obtained, and there was great 
danger that the rolling of the guns and their limbers would crush any man 
who endeavored to tie them down. Yet, true to the American spirit, many 
men responded to the call, and in a very short space of time the necessary 
number was recruited, and the men set off. 

"I'm going!" Hugh spoke out, as soon as the call was made. "That's 
the way I feel, too, so let's go together," answered Joe, and both of the boys 
announced that they were candidates for the hazardous mission. The cap- 
tain had only called for twenty-five men, and both Joe and Hugh were for- 
tunate to be selected to go, much to their mutual delight. The group of 
twenty-five men was divided into sections of five men, each section going 
down into the hold through one of the five hatchways on the ship. The 
boys again managed to get into the same section, and the two descended 
int.) the hold together. 

As they went down, Hugh gave a look at the heaving sea, and he 
noticed Frank Tillon standing by the rail. Frank was looking at him, and 
a strarge light was in his eyes. Hugh wondered what he was doing there 
on the deck, inasmuch as he was not going down into the hold, but he had 
little time for reflection, and he began his dangerous task. It was rough 
going, stumbling over boxes and crates, aided only by the flash of an elec- 
tric torch and the dim reflection of the lights in the hold itself. As they 
kept going down they could hear the pieces, which were below the water- 
line, crashing around in a most perilous manner. "I say, Hugh !" broke out 
Joe, "this is a mighty tough proposition we've gotten into. I'm glad I have 
got that war risk insurance." 

"Huh!" grunted Hugh, "insurance won't do you much good if one of 
these guns run into you. Look ! let's get that one over there," he added, 
pointing to a medium-sized gun which was tearing at its fastenings and 
almost ready to break away from its position. Hugh moved off in advance 
of Joe in the direction of the gun he had pointed out. But he never reached 


there. At that moment there was a terrific concussion felt throughout the 
entire ship, but especially right down in the hold where the two soldiers 
were. Hugh was the first to recover from the shock. The air was filled 
with an acrid odor as of burnt powder, and there was a sound as of rush- 
ing water. Slowly he gathered his senses and realized that he was lying 
down in a stream of water that was rapidly rising about him. As full 
consciousness came to him, a cold shiver ran through his body, caused by 
the icy water penetrating his clothes. With difficulty, he stood up shak- 
ingly, and endeavored to locate the sound of the rushing noise. His mind 
was still cloudy, and reasoning was strenuous work. To his horror, he 
discovered that he was knee-deep in water, and then it all became clear to 
him. The awful predicament nearly overwhelmed him, and a feeling of 
being lost obsessed him and held him numb. He saw a great gash torn into 
the side of the vessel about a hundred feet ahead of him, where a torpedo 
from a German submarine had struck the ship. The sea was pouring into 
the hold through this opening in a volume that would soon cause the boat 
to sink. From a state of semi-consciousness, Hugh suddenly seemed to 
receive a wonderful invigoration ; his mind cleared, his nerves were keyed 
up to a pitch that comes only on occasions when a shock has been received. 
His first thought was of Joe, his friend and comrade. He remembered that 
Joe had remained by the forward end of the gun when he started toward 
the other end. 

"I say, Joe, where are you ?" he shouted, in a kmd voice. "Joe ! oh, Joe !" 
he repeated. But the din in the hold rendered his calls powerless, so great 
was the confusion and noise. "My God! I wonder if he's killed!" mur- 
mured Hugh, as he started toward the gun in search of his friend. He had 
not gone three paces when he stumbled over some heavy body now com- 
pletely submerged in the water, which was nearly waist deep. He stooped 
down, and to his dismay, found the body of a man. Quickly he flashed 
his light on it. "Great heavens! it's Frank Tillon! Frank, are you badly 
hurt? What are you doing down here?" he haorsely cried, as he shook the 
limp form of his one-time enemy. The situation was most critical. The 
water was rising even more swiftly now. The awful pressure of the sea 
outside had enlarged the rent made by the explosion, and he stood there 
with his arms tightly clasping Frank, he thought of all kinds of things ; 
his whole life came before him; his boyhood days, his home, and his 
mother. Why Frank was in the hold, what had brought him down there 
at this time? Above he could hear the lifeboats being lowered, as they 
scraped against the sides of the vessel; voices of distress came clearly 
down to him, and he understood that there was just a bare chance that he 
might reach the deck above if he would go immediately, and alone. Aban- 


don Frank ! They were enemies, and surely he owed Frank nothing. Had 
not the latter made fun and insulted him ? But no ! He would not leave 
him. To do so was not manly, not the right thing. Even if he was not 
bound to save Frank, yet he could not allow him to die in such a place, un- 
known, forgotten and abandoned by everyone. 

Whilst he was pondering on this condition of affairs, the body in his 
arms suddenly grew restless. "Frank ! Frank ! boy, brace up ! Come on, 
old man !" he whispered fiercely into his ear, meanwhile rubbing his hands 
and face. As if in response to his rescuer's entreaty, Frank opened his 
eyes and began to show signs of life. In a moment, Hugh had him on his 
feet, and was moving up the side of the hold, which was now inclined at an 
angle of twenty-five degrees. He slowly and painfully climbed up the in- 
side of the vessel, his every step made more difficult and antagonizing by 
the human freight he was carrying. A great weariness was overcoming 
him, and the suggestion came to him how easy it would be if he would only 
leave Frank and proceed by himsel. No one would know any better, and 
he surely could manage to save himself. He did not want to leave Frank, 
yet life had never seemed so sweet and cheery before. Incoherently, he was 
muttering, "I won't leave him ! I'm going to save him ! I'm not going to 
quit now !" as he pushed on up the side of the ship, which was more than 
half way over on her keel. He had yet a great distance to go before he 
could reach a port-hole, through which he could drop into the sea and bat- 
tle with the waves. It was now about twelve minutes since the projectile 
had struck the steamer, and, though events had been moving rapidly, yet 
Hugh realized uncannily that at most there was but about eight minutes 
left before the seas would swamp her. Thus, several more minutes passed. 
As he progressed slowly, always more slowly than before, all the elements 
seemed to be battling against him, and just when he reached that point 
where he felt consciousness leaving him, he received assistance from an 
unexpected source. Frank, whom he had been pushing before him in a 
half-walking, half-carrying manner, suddenly spoke out, "Are we sinking, 

"Thank God you are living! I thought surely you were gone that 
time, old fellow !" joyously Hugh answered, and a feeling of relief flooded 
him when he realized that Frank was not dead — something he could not 
understand at that moment. Now that he was somewhat relieved of his 
human freight, he renewed his progress with fresh courage, and was very 
near the top of the hold when the ship gave a violent jerk to one side and 
immediately began to settle beneath the waves. The moment the ship 
lurched to the side, everything in the hold was thrown to the opposite part 
of the vessel. Hugh and Frank, still holding each others' hands, were 


hurlted through the air, up one of the hatches onto the first deck. Such was 
the impetus of their flying leap that they were soon in the surging sea. As 
they struck the water they became separated, but the shock of the cold 
water revitalized their strength and gave them vigor wih which to battle 
against their new danger. 

WHEN HIGH CAME UP he at once struck out in order to avoid the suc- 
tion of the great ship, as she was momentarily threatening to go 
under. Owing to the high waves he made little progress, and a great fear 
seized him. He increased his efforts and endeavored to reach some float- 
ing object that would afford him a temporary refuge. He had no time to 
think now of Frank, but just as he was flung up onto the crest of a break- 
ing roller, he espied the latter safely riding atop of a crate that had been 
washed over from the ship as she turned turtle. Hugh now advanced in 
that direction, and soon reached the crate, where Frank helped him to 
climb on. This refuge, though an unusually large crate, was a perilous 
place to be in a sea which was tossing the small lifeboats around as if 
they were nothing but shells. 

The Peace was now about forty feet out of the water, and a hissing 
noise issued from her depths as the steam pipes gave way under the enor- 
mous pressure. With a terrific groan, snorting and belching steam from 
her every port-hole, the majestic leviathan of the ocean was snot up bow 
foremost from the sea, as her boilers burst, and then rapidly settled down 
to its watery grave. 

The two boys gazed on the sight with awestruck eyes. When the last 
spar had been covered, the waters became less violent, seemingly satisfied 
with its prey. Hugh turned to Frank, who was silently gazing on the spot 
where the steamer had gone under. "Frank, why did you come down into 
the hold? You were not among the men selected to, though I know you 
responded to the call for volunteers," he asked, breaking the uncanny quiet 
of thei rposition. 

For a long while Frank said nothing, and then he looked at Hugh, with 
weary eyes, and stammered: "Hugh, I'm sorry for what I've done. I've 
treated you like a dog. I've been sorry from that first day we had the 
fight, but I just could not come forward and apologize; but I do apologize 
now and — and, let's be friends," he added, holding out his hand. "After 
what you have done for me, I can never repay you," he forced out, speaking 
with great emotion. 

Hugh took the extended hand, and they shook vigorously, each gazing 
into the others eyes with mutual admiration. But Hugh was not satisfied. 



"Frank, you did not answer me. What were you doing in the hold?" he 

Frank blushed and shamefacedly said: "Hugh, I went down there 
when the shell struck the ship, to get you out of the hold. I owed it to you 
and if you had perished and I had lived, I could never have made good to 
you, but now I feel better." 

"So do I!" cried a voice which they recognized as that of Joe Under- 
wood, as he swam towards the raft. 

ffilje lake 


Somewhere a robin calls. Across the strait 

Gray morning rises sparkling from the grass. 

Still lies the lake, and indeterminate, 

Save where it deemly gleams like frosted glass. 

Slow mists its bosom trail like evil dreams, 

Haunting its sleep, and kindling where they meet 

Move on — a silent, spectral fleet ! 


Beyond the Island's tangled light and shade 

The brooding, passive waters lie — 
A mirrored double of the sky 

Whose wimpling clouds in serried cavalcade 
Encompass yon Briarous-armed strand 

Where phantom trees inverted stand. 


As sudden as the arrow from the bow 
Leaps darkness on the startled lake. 

The swishing, swirling wavelets quake 

With lurid fires, and storm-winds driving low, 

Belch liquid wrath, until the very deep 

Is cloud, and dripping curtains landward creep. 


From shore to shore the crystal span 

Of Heaven's Great White Way is flung; 
From shore to shore in fiery caravan 

Shy-glancing stars the waters throng ; 
And farther still 
Where looms the sapphire hill 
The sombre trees their trembling likeness scan. 

(Sottttttrg jpatmorr 


Woodford in Essex on July 3, 1873. His father, Peter Patmore, 
was reported to have been painfully mixed up with the Scott 
duel in 1821 and the Plumer Ward controversy, and it was for 
this reason that Hackaway refused to meet the young man, Cov- 
entry Patmore, even though he bore letters of introduction from the dis- 
tinguished Robert Browning. 

From the first the lad showed an inclination for reading and the com- 
position of poems, and his father being in comfortable circumstances, these 
inclinations were further fostered by the number of books at his command. 
When about fourteen he was sent to Paris, living with his family in the 
Faubourg Saint Germain, and attending the lectures at the College de 
France. In a very unhappy mood he remained at college but one year. While 
in Paris, Patmore fell in love with a beautiful English girl, and though re- 
jected by her, he gave her place as the first "Angel in the House." At the 
age of sixteen he published "The Woodman's Daughter" and "The River," 
and in 1844 a volume called "Poems." This was attacked; vigorously on 
all sides, Blackwood's Magazine being the most violent in the charge. Just 
at this time to add to all his misfortunes, his father lost everything 
speculating in railroad stocks, fled from his creditors to the continent, 
leaving his son, Coventry, behind him in a penniless condition. Then en- 
sued for the young man fifteen months of severe poverty, throughout 
which, however, Browning and Barry Cornwall and his wife remained his 
staunch and helpful friends It .was the latter who at a dinner introduced 
Patmore to Monckton Milnes, afterwards Lord Houghton, who when he 
had read Patmore's poems, hastened to offer the young man a post in the 
British museum. This appointment helped greatly to buoy up the spirits 
of the poet, as did his meeting with Tennyson in 1846. For three years 
they were fast freinds until an estrangement came. In 1847 he met Rossetti 
and Millais, and on the invitation of the former he contributed the lyric 
called "The Seasons" to the Preraphaelite magazine, the "Germ." In the 
same year he became intimate with Mr. Ruskin, and then in the fall of the 
same year suddenly withdrew from the world and married Miss Emily 
Andrew, daughter of an Independent Minister. She suffered with great 
calmness the poverty of her husband, and bore him six children. In 1862 she 
died, and he records her "Departure" in lines tremulous with pathos : 
It was not like your great and gracious ways! 
Do you, who have naught other to lament, 
Never, my Love, repent 


Of how that July afternoon 
You went 

But all of once to brave me at the last, 

More at the wonder than the loss aghast, 

With sudden and unintelligible phrase 

And frightened eye, 

And go your journey of all days 

With not a kiss or good-bye, 

And theconly loveless look the look with which you passed; 

'Twas all unlike your great and gracious ways. 

Three years after the death of his first wile, Patmore again married, 
this time a lady of large fortune and charming personality, wno had been 
Miss Mary ±>yier. To express his loneliness and explain his fear of having 
violated tne sanctity of his first love, he wrote the poem, "Tired Memory." 

IMot only did Jfatmore's second wife relieve him of all financial diffi- 
culties, but she is believed by many to be the ultimate cause of his conver- 
sion to the Catholic religion. However, this does not seem true, for by 
his writings his mystical aspirations seemed to have already turned toward 
the Catholic church. He was of too independent and candid a mind to be 
influenced either by Puritanism because his first wife was a Puritan, or 
by Catholicism because his second wife was a Catholic. Father Cardello, 
an Italian Jesuit, who is known as being something of a philosopher and 
theologian, is rumored to have said after meeting Patmore in Rome, that 
he was Catholicism itself before he was received formally into the church. 

Near the year 1877, Mary Patmore died, leaving the poet for the sec- 
ond time a widower, and in the year 1883 his youngest son, Henry, a youth 
of twenty-two, died. 

One more sad story of Patmore's life remains. With a pure heart and 
wonderful daring, Patmore undertook to teach this suspicious modern age 
the candid Christian interpretation of human and divine love, giving his 
essay the title "Sponsa Dei"— "The Spouse of God." The very title would 
startle the pietist, who is narrow, and the vulgarian who is unclean, and 
so perhaps it was better that he should have burned this extraordinary 
manuscript on Christmas Day, 1887, which was classed a masterpiece by 
the distinguished critics who read it. 

The readers of "The Unknown Eros" and the "Rod, the Root and the 
Flower," must know the truths he strove to teach. With single eye and 
calm vision, he looks upon them and tells them to us with the ingeniousness 
of a saint. 

Patmore's work from beginning to end was at one with itself, and de- 


veloped one theme — the reconciliation of body and soul, of which the sac- 
rament of marriage is a type, the man and the woman really finding the 
fruition of their eternally separate selves only in God. It will not be strange, 
then, if the poet, knowing love as few know it, and yet unsatisfied, hun- 
gering for God, should conceive of God's relation to the soul as that of a 
wooer and husband — 

Who woos man's will 

To wedlock with his own and does distill 

To that drop's span 

The attar of all rose fields of all love. 

This progress of the soul, from the earthly to the heavenly, was exhib- 
ited in each of Patmore's longer poems, "Tamerton Church Tower" and 
"The Angel" and the prose, "Religio Poetae" and "The Rod, The Root and 
the Flower." 

First, the natural afterwards the supernatural ; this marks the distinc- 
tion between the two books of "The Unknown Eros," which though com- 
prising poems of very diverse character, yet was regarded by its author 
as a single poem. The arrangement of the poems in the earlier editions 
seems quite haphazard, being a series of rural, personal, political, ecclesias- 
tical and mystical poems with no unity. The poems were later rearranged 
and grouped into two books, which makes it possible to track a very obvious 
sequence of thought. 

The opening odes speak of the Divine institution of marriage, yet with 
true Catholicism singing the praise of virginity in those capable of this 
grace. The first ode, "Saint Valentine's Day," speaks of virginity. The 
second and fourth odes, "Wind and Wave and Beata,"" speak of marriage in 
its sacramental aspect; and of the object of marriage-love, Patmore writes: 

She, as a little breeze 

Following still Night, 

Ripples the spirit's cold, deep seas 

Into delight. 

But, in awhile 

The immeasureable smile 

Is broke by fresher airs to flashes blent 

With darkling discontent: 

And all the subtle zephyrs hurries gay, 

And all the heaving ocean heaves one way, 

Tward the void sky-line, and an unguessed weal. 
The ode between the last two is "Winter," a description in which, 
speaking probably of faith in an unseen future, he says : 

Nor is in field or garden anything 

But, duly looked into, contains serene 


The substance of things hoped for, in the Spring, 
And evidence of Summer not yet seen. 

The fifth ode, "The Day After Tomorrow," is supposed to refer to the 
reunion of beloved souls in Heaven, and as the next half dozen odes are 
autobiographical it would appear that the "Unknown Eros," if regarded 
as a single poem, represents in miniature the whole life of a man. 

The next four are political odes in which Patmore symbolizes the Chris- 
tian's necessary concern to make the will of God prevail in the world. 

The remaining five odes of the first book speak of our necessary ac- 
quirement of charity to prevent us from judging either and to accept even 
unjust blame, and closes with the lines — 

And, lo I caught 

(Oh, quite unlike and quite beyond by thought), 

Not the quick, shining harvest of the sea, 

For food, my wish, 

But Thee! 

Then, hiding even in me, 

As hid was Simon's coin within the fish, 

Thou sigh'dst with joy "Be dumb, 

Or speak but of forgotten things to far-off times to come." 

In the second book the opening theme of the first book is repeated, but 
only to be interrupted by the two odes (Arbor Vitae and the Standard) , on 
the authority of the Church as the guardian to the mysteries of virgin 
spousals, and that our redemption from the "body of this death" began in 
the consummated virgin spousals of Our Lady and St. Joseph. 

The following odes are on the nuptials of Eros and Psyche. These 
poems are full of the Christian doctrine of God and the soul. They have 
been misunderstood by many, but anyone reading the poet's work as a 
whole will see them merely as impassioned conceptions of the love of God. 
This will appear more especially in the lines — 

A sorry God were He 

That fewer claimed than all Love's mighty Kingdoms three! 

It was on principle that Patmore spoke usually of the life of religion in 

It was fitting that the climax to such a sentiment should be reached 
in an ode to the Blessed Virgin — the Child's Purchase — an ode to pain — 
(the pain of purgatory) , which shall leave the soul. 

so dark ere while 

The mirror merely of God's smile. 
After this great and glorious ode, "The Unknown Eros" ends in the 


bitter selfmockery of a great regret. 

Two more of Patmore's works, "The Weaker Vessel" and "Religio 
Poetae," both written after the "Unknown Eros" stand out as characteris- 
tic masterpieces of his genius. 

The former work is an essay on woman, in which he seems to hold 
that not only is every woman a species in herself, but many species. 

In "Religio Poetae," published in 1893, he assaults Protestanism as a 
moral system radically defective, and brings to light many hidden beauties 
in the writings of some of the saints. 

Three years after its publication, on December 1, 1896, Coventry Pat- 
more was no more. Passing from the darkness of sorrow and care into the 
clear vision beyond, he left behind him a rich heritage to literature Which 
makes his "one of the few, the immortal names that were not born to die." 

Stye Olith '* letrot 

T. P. DIAZ, A.B. '22 

NY NEWS TODAY, Sergeant?" 

The desk sergeant looked up and frowned. "No, not a thing." 
"I must get a story very soon," continued Walter Case, cub- 
reporter from the Blade, "or I'll be given my old 'steno' job' 
again. You see, the boss is giving me a test. And if — " 

"Just a minute," the officer interrupted, "on second thought 
here is something that may interest you." Glancing over the 
blotter, he added : "There was a girl of about eighteen or nineteen, neat in 
appearance, turned in awhile ago. Accused of stealing rings from Sorrel's. 
She recited some tale about leaving her purse on the counter and a flashy 
young man nearby. Also that she was looking for some long-lost rela- 
tive. A policeman, accompanied by a clerk from the store who preferred 
the charge, brought in the suspect about two hours ago. As she seemed 
far above the commonplace type and embarrassed in the circumstances, I 
assigned her to the sick ward. The surroundings there are more congenial. 
How is that for a pointer?" 

"Fine !" Case assured him. "I'll work on that." 

He left the jail at once for his editorial rooms. Along the way he was 
deeply absorbed in thought over his plot. ' Suddenly he was startled by 
some object rolling over his foot. Looking down, he saw a baseball. Just 
then a street urchin sang out, "Ball up, mister." Recovering the ball, he 
threw it back to the pitcher in the middle of the street. That throw awak- 
ened a dormant spirit in him. 

His sporting blood was aroused, and he tarried a moment to watch 
the game. Unconsciously his thoughts leaped back through a decade of 
years. Baseball ! Did he ever play baseball ? Naturally, he was a catcher 
on his high school nine. School? Yes, he had undergone that gruelling 
experience "once upon a time." Gruelling indeed, but they were the hap- 
piest moments of his life. Those sweet memories flashed before him and 
tortured his home-sick mind. He saw himself in the exuberance of 
youth, with its attendant petty grievances and cares, that were forgotten 
after school hours. During those free hours his spirit was exhilarated from 
the sheer joy of living, being engrossed in his ice-skating, his football and 
his boyish pranks. Suddenly the expression of his countenance changed. 

The remembrance of that one blemish in his whole life, his six- 
teenth birthday, stirred his innermost thoughts. How, after the party he 
had quarreled with his sister over one of his presents, a ring. The dispute 
had resolved itself into a fight. • Possessing an ungovernable temper, he 
struck his sister, and crushed the ring into bits. Rather than face the 



inevitable punishment from his enraged father, he ran away. Many a time 
since then he had bitterly repented his rashness. How he wished to enact 
the part of the prodigal son. And here he was in New York City in trying 
circumstances endeavoring to hold his position. 

Of a sudden he caught himself dreaming, and he quickened his pace. 
The idea then flashed in his mind to apply the story as if it had actually 
happened to his sister. Putting it that way, he would inject more feeling 
into it. After formulating plans for awhile, he took his bearings and found 
himself two doors past his own. Retracing his steps, he entered the Blade 
building, sat down at his desk and began to write. 

THE ANXIOUS REPORTER concentrated his efforts to the utmost. 
His production appeared in the Blade the next morning, written in 
fine style. I will not try to imitate or rival him, but will merely give the 
gist of the story. 

There came to town day before yesterday a young girl, accompanied 
by her mother, from Ariston, 111. They are searching for the girl's brother, 
who disappeared from home about ten years ago. The girl being an inno- 
cent stranger, was unaccustomed to the ways of a large city. Yester- 
day she went shopping. Entering Sorrel's, she asked to be shown some 
rings. A few trays were laid on the counter for her inspection. She se- 
lected one and paid for it. Leaving her pocketbook upon the same counter, 
her attention was diverted to another display. In her absence a flashily 
dressed young man approached the rings. He took several, placed three 
in the open purse, and calmly walked out. The clerk reappeared and handed 
the buyer her change, together with her purchase. Returning to her pock- 
etbook, the girl replaced the change and left the store. 

On putting the assortment back, the salesman noted that some of the 
articles were missing. He dispatched a boy to summon an officer and to 
follow up the suspected thief. In a few minutes, they returned with their 
catch. Her capture was facilitated by the fact that she had walked along 
leisurely, taking in the shop windows. Being requested to open her bag, 
the missing rings were found. The policeman conveyed her to head- 
quarters. ' '-tr^w^f 

In a few frightened sentences, she related the occurrence to the chief, 
and protested her innocence. 

Upon being further interrogated, she alluded to the man in question. 
She gave her name (here the reporter inserted a fictitious name) as Grace 
Courtwright. The case is to be deferred pending the arrest of the man. 


THE BEST PART OF HIS STORY, however, was where he moralized 
in it. He vouched for the innocence of the girl, and deemed it a pub- 
lic outrage that such men be permitted to roam about and fleece the lambs. 

Several hours after the paper came out, Case made his way to the 
police sergeant's office. En route, he bought a paper to gratify his natu- 
ral pride, lawful though it was. 

On his arrival, Sergeant Moran informed him the prisoner wished to 
see him. She had read the account. He went at once to the infirmary. 
Shown her room, he entered alone. As he opened the door the inmate 
looked up, and with a startled "Walt !" sprang to her feet. "Beth !" he ex- 
claimed, and went straight towards her. 

After their first few moments of flurried conversation, Elizabeth asked, 
"Walt, how did you know it was I in that horrid incident ?" 

"I didn't know," he answered. "It merely occurred to me to build up 
the story with you as the center. But what were you doing in that store?" 

"Why," she replied, "I bought a ring for you, as Mother and I enter- 
tained hopes of finding you." 

"I remembered the day you were sixteen, and thought you would need 
a new ring, for today is — your birthday." 


How swift and stealthy age's pace 

Another natal day ! 

The years have furrowed deep my face, 

And turned my locks to grey. 

The friends of youth are dead or flown ; 

Old age must pay this toll, 
Must journey to the grave alone, 

With isolated soul. 

My faith in boasted friendship's sway 

Is utterly destroyed. 
I've found it e'er to my dismay 

With interest alloyed. 

All arid is my weary heart, 

Its sympathies effete; 
Too often has it felt the smart 

Of Judas-faced deceit. 

Ambition's urge has lost the force 
Which spurred me on of yore, 

And absolute is its divorce 
From me for evermore. 

Ideals which, my soul, inspired 

Are wraiths all wrapped in gloom. 

My few good deeds, by envy mired, 
Or in Oblivion's tomb. 

I look no more for brighter days, 

Life's skies all leaden are, 
My sun is set, its parting rays 

Disclose no cheering star. 

Tho' much I've lost as sad I've trod, 

Of life, the thorny way, 
My faith, and steadfast hope in God 

Still keep despair at bay. 

— D. P. L. 

QUp i>prmgl}Ultatt 

VOL. XII. OCTOBER, 1919 No. 1 

Soari* 0f Btt0ns»-191B-13 


Editor-in-Chief: ED. A STRAUSS 
Junior Editor: E. BERRY 

Alumni Editor: H. MAHORNER College Locals: E. CASTAGNOS 

Exchange Editor: A. CASEY Chronicle: A. CROCI 


Business Manager: 

T. P. Diaz 
Athletics: S. REYNAUD Circulation Manager; A. ROBICHAUX 

Secretary: G. O'Connor, G. Flanigan Artist: D. STEWART 



"Ecce sacerdos magnus, qui in diebus suis placuit, Deo!" Such is 
the sentiment that filled many devoted and loyal hearts as they beheld the 
eventful approach of October 15, 1919. For it was not without much joy 
and enthusiasm that the friends, parishioners and fellow-priests of the 
Rt. Rev. Mgr. Savage gathered to celebrate the diamond jubilee of his life 
and the golden jubilee of his ordination to the sacred priesthood. 

The Rt. Rev. Denis Savage was born 75 years ago on the good old Irish 
soil of County Cork. He received his education at All Hallows College, 
and was ordained to the priesthood half a century ago. In 1905 he re- 
ceived the degree of Doctor of Divinity from Spring Hill College, and ten 
years afterwards the Holy Father accorded him the honor and title of a 

Many years has he spent in St. Peter's Church, Montgomery, laboring 
for his people whom he loved and for whom he had offered himself to the 
Master. His loyal devoted people shared the sentiments and affections of 
his fellow priests and let their hearts go out to him and knew that their 
trust was not misplaced or mistaken. They honored and respected him. 
One of the addresses at the celebration gives prominence to this trait. 
"I have known Father Savage for forty or more years, and during all that 


time he has been the same kindly, considerate, unassuming, unaffected, un- 
selfish man, and loving he is beloved, not only by his own church, but by 
all who come under the kindly influence of this Godly man 

He is plain, too, in the sense that anyone can approach him, from the 
highest to the lowest, and all will receive the same thoughtful considera- 
tion and welcome. No formalities even in his high position, ever removed 
him- from his people." 

On October 15th, the larger gathering of laymen, priests and bishops 
paid tribute to the venerable jubilarian. Rev. Fr. Eaton acted as toast 
master. Bishop Gunn of Natchez ; Bishop Allen of Mobile, and Archbishop 
Shaw of New Orleans, spoke in glowing terms of the Reverend Monsignor ; 
Rev. Abbot Meuger, 0. S. B., Rev. J. C. Kearns, S. J., and Rev. D. J. Rice, 
S.J., emphasized the union and affection which existed between Mgr. Sav- 
age and the several orders they represented. Rev. F. Cavanaugh, Rev. P. 
S. English and Very Rev. Jos. E. Coyle paid the tribute of the chaplains and 
diocesan clergy. W. A. Gunter, Mayor of Montgomery, tendered to Mgr. 
Savage the esteem and confidence of his fellow-citizens for his labors in 
their midst since he came among them forty-five years ago. 

Spring Hill wishes to extend to its Reverend Alumnus its sincerest 
congratulations and wishes ad multos annos. It prays that, as during 
these many years he has been kept for the Master's use, so he may continue 
to "fight the good fight" and to "labor as a good soldier of Christ Jesus." 

— E. A. Strauss, A.B. '20 


Spring Hill College branched out into the higher educational circles 
of the South when she inaugurated the School of Foreign Service under 
the auspices of the Mobile Chamber of Commerce. 

To cope with the long-felt need of American interests in foreign com- 
merce due to the recent development in this field and the practical cer- 
tainty of a continued increase, Georgetown University started this branch 
of education in the East, and Spring Hill College has taken up the work in 
the South. 

The war left us with an enormous tonnage of merchant ships, and a 
great number of shipyards which must either build more ships or cease to 
be. Men must be trained to manage and operate these vessels, or else they 
will become a great national loss. 

This School of Foreign Service is not a trade promotion agency in the 
truest sense. It aims to insure that every consideration involving Ameri- 
can foreign trade be presented in the most effective and scientific manner. 


It is designed by its institutors to become and be a constant protection to 
the commercial interests of this country. 

. . . . Ed. A. Strauss, A.B. '20 


A Combination, and a Form, Indeed, Where Every God Did 
Seem to Set His Seal to Give the World Assurance of a Man 

The warm reception tendered Belgium's fighting Cardinal showed that 
we in America truly appreciate his worth and merit. The nation as a whole, 
enemies and supporters of Catholicism alike, received Cardinal Mercier 
with open arms. 

They saw him invincible in a land devastated by the German hordes, 
fearless of these barbarians, supporting the people and urging them on 
against the merciless invader, encouraging them in their defeats and prais- 
ing them in their victories. They saw him as he actually was, fighting a 
losing battle, standing forth as one of the greatest heroes of the past world 

Mercier is characteristic of Belgium suffering, but indomitably facing 
great trials with confident calmness. He is the symbol of Catholic priest- 
hood, fearless before all men. He stood confronting the evil malice of Prus- 
sianism, armed only with the cross and with consciousness of duty. Mer- 
cier in his calm but determined bearing presents a striking type of the spirit 
of America, the spirit that has faced many a crisis with the unshaken faith 
that justice and right will triumph over the forces of might and evil. 

Of all the characters the war has brought to the forefront, there's none 
so great. The foremost man of the world of today, Cardinal Mercier towers 
high above his peers like some giant oak that has weathered the storm. The 
war has given us other heroes to be sure, but no one appeals to us as this 
White Shepherd — a true Father of his people. Famous before the struggle 
as a great intellectual force, today he typifies an ideal. In him the old 
mediaeval churchmen live again, and far from being regarded as half 
myths, they are palpitating realities. In vain did the Greek of old seek a 
man — we have that beautiful life of simplicity and sacrifice before us. May 
it serve as a beacon-light to our Catholic youth to guide them aright in the 
way of Justice, which is that of Right, not Might. 

— Marion R. Vickers, A.B. '20 


A .J. CROCI, A.B. '23 

Sept. 10 — School opens. 

Matriculation of new students. 
11 — Full holiday, for consolation of new students. 
14 — Football practice commences in senior division. 
16 — First military drill period ; organization of cadet battalion. 
18 — Football practice commences in junior division. 
23 — Celebration of Mass of the Holy Ghost. 

Oct. 3 — Opening of new School of Foreign Trade in Mobile. 

4 — Full holiday. College Varsity plays Mississippi A. & M. at Starks- 

4 — High School Varsity vs. Barton, at Maxon Field. 
8 — Monthly exhibition held in K. of C. hut. 

9 — Full holiday. Students receive returns of world-series games. 
12 — K. of C. initiation. Many students from Spring Hill become mem- 
15 — High School Varsity vs. Wright's Military Institute, at Maxon 

16 — Big rally held on senior campus, for Tulane game. 
17 — College Varsity vs. Tulane University at Monroe Park. 
23 — Half holiday. Dr. J. J. Walsh and Neil O'Brien, two distinguished 

laymen, visit Spring Hill. 
25 — High School Varsity vs. Laurel High at Laurel, Miss. 




A .J. CROCI, A.B. '23 

OPENING OF On September 10th, Spring Hill College opened to com- 

CLASSES mence its ninetieth session. About 245 students were 

enrolled the first day, probably the largest number 

ever witnessed before at Spring Hill. Many new faces were in evidence in 

both the Senior and Junior division. The number of students has been 

steadily on the increase, and it is soon expected to exceed the 300 mark. 


FACULTY Not only among the students, but also among the fac- 
CHANGES ulty, were many new faces in evidence. Rev. J. Hynes, 
S.J., replaced Fr. J. Wallace, S.J., as vice-president; 
Rev. J. Navin, S.J., who for the past six years has been secretary of the 
college, went to Loyola University to take charge of the Church of the Holy 
Name, Rev. J. Walsh, S. J., succeeds him as secretary ; Rev. J. Stritch, S.J ., 
who was chaplain at Camp Shelby, has returned to his old position as pro- 
fessor of sophomore; Rev. Francis Twellmeyer, S.J., former president of 
Spring Hill College, is now spiritual director and professor of senior ; Mr. 
M. Campana, S.J., is professor of first high ; Mr. A. Cummings, S.J., is pro- 
fessor of bookkeeping and English ; Mr. P. H. Yancey, S.J., teaches elemen- 
tary physics and biology; Mr. G. St. Paul, S.J., is assistant prefect of 
studies ; Rev. Fr. McDonnell, S.J., has been transferred to St. Charles Col- 
lege as vice-president ; Rev. Lawton, S.J., is professor of French and Eng- 
lish ; Rev. A. Haggerty, S.J., is professor of eighth grade ; Mr. Richard Du- 
cote is coach of athletics in senior division; Mr. F. Murphy is coach of 
athletics in junior division; Rev. J. Wallace, S.J., has been transferred to 
St. John Berchman's College as secretary; Mr. A. Morton, S.J., and Mr. 
R. Bryant, S.J., have gone to St. Louis University to pursue higher studies ; 
Mr. W. Kearney, S.J., has been transferred to St. Charles College, Grand Co- 
teau, La. 

R. O. T. C. CAMP On June 21st, twenty-five students from Spring Hill re- 
ported at Camp Zachary Taylor, Louisville, Ky., for six 
weeks of intensive training. The students received and completed suc- 
cessfully a thorough basic course in military tactics. The students, 
through The Springhillian, wish to express their sincere thanks to the 
Knights of Columbus, Y. M. C. A., Jewish Welfare Board, and the citizens 
of Louisville for the splendid time shown them during their stay. 




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ST. JOHN On September 14 the St. John Berchman's Sanctuary 

BERCHMAN'S Society held its first meeting under the direction of 
SOCIETY Mr. G. St. Paul, S.J. The society now numbers twenty- 

four members. The following altar boys were elected 
officers: President, S. J. Marston; vice-president, A. Henry; secretary, 
F. Walsh. 

A A A A A A 

MASS OF THE On September 23, the Mass of the Holy Ghost was cel- 

HOLY GHOST ebrated in the college chapel, to invoke the blessings of 

God on the difficult work of the year. Rev. Fr. X. 

Twellmeyer, S.J., was the celebrant at the mass, and preached an excellent 



OPENING OF On October 3, the new Mobile School of Foreign Trade 
NEW and Shipping began its courses with a registration of 

TRADE SCHOOL 85 students. Rev. Fr. J. C. Kearns, S.J., president of 
Spring Hill College, arranged the curriculum, and will 
also be the head of the vocational school. The regular faculty will consist 
of Rev. J. Walsh, S.J., who will act as instructor in Spanish ; Rev. John H. 
Stritch, S. J., instructor in commercial English ; Rev. F. X. Twellmeyer, S. J., 
who will act as regent of the school, as well as instructor on the subject of 
staple commodities; and Mr. P. J. Joyce, S.J., instructor in accountancy. 
Besides the regular faculty, well known Mobilians will also join in instruct- 
ing classes. Six scholarships will be awarded, three being offered to ex- 
service men, by the Chamber of Commerce. The latter will only be avail- 
able to Mobilians who are ex-service men. A board will be chosen to pass 
on the qualifications for these scholarships. 

A A A A A A 

SENIOR On October 9th, the Senior Sodality held its first meet- 

SODALITY ing for the coming year in the K. of C. hut, under the 
direction of Rev. F. X. Twellmeyer, S.J., its new mod- 
erator. The purpose of the meeting was to elect officers. The following 
students were elected : Prefect, E. Walet ; first assistant, M. Vickers ; sec- 
ond assistant, E. Castagnos ; secretary, C. Street ; consultors, J. Tuminello 
and L. Toups ; sacristan, C. Lopez ; organist, A. Robichaux. 

A A A A A A 

YENNI LITERARY The first meeting of the Yenni Literary Circle was held 

SOCIETY on October 12, under the direction of Rev. J. H. Stritch, 

S.J., its new moderator. The following students were 



elected officers : 


ing officers were 
second assistant, 
and C. Marston. 

President, J. Thompson ; secretary, A. Henry ; censor, R. 

A A A A A A 

The first meeting of the Junior Sodality was held on 
October 22, in the Sodality chapel, under the direction 
of its new director, Rev. J. H. Stritch, S.J. The f ollow- 

elected : Prefect, S. Marston ; first assistant, A. Henry ; 

N. Sullivan; secretary, F. Walsh; sacristans, F. Levert 


During the summer vacations, many improvements 
IMPROVEMENTS were made on the college. The dining room was com- 
ON COLLEGE pletely renovated and refurnished. A new sanitary sys- 
tem was built in the senior division. No part of the 
college which could be improved, was left untouched. 

A A A A A A 

CHOIR The choir this year is under the able direction of Mr. 

Ruggeri, S.J. Unlike former years, the choir now con- 
sists of students from both the senior and junior divisions. The choir, so 
far, has had very few chances to show what it can do, but great things are 
expected from them in the future. 

A A A A A A 

On October 23, two distinguished laymen, Dr. J. Walsh 
of Fordham University, New York, and Mr. N. O'Brien, 
head of the famous minstrel show, visited Spring Hill. 
The visitors were introduced by Mr. M. Mahorner, a 

Spring Hill alumnus. Dr. Walsh and Mr. O'Brien gave a short talk to the 

assembled faculty and students. 




Senior Locals 


Some hold that cats have nine lives, but Strauss must have an equal 
number of hearts, from the way he's always losing them. 

U 1 1 U 

From their constant association, it is hard to determine whether Robi- 
chaux's face or his looking glass is the most attractive. Opinions differ. 

At Inspection 

Commandant — Name, please ? 

Keane — Keane, sir. 

Commandant — I wonder if your razor is as keen as your name. 

Keane — No, sir. 

Commandant — And I suppose that's why you need a shave. 


Weather reports from Huntsville: Only two of the rather frequent 
May cloudbursts have broke loose this September. But sinister looking 
clouds accompanied by daily showers seem to predict an unusual hurri- 
cane soon. 


We hope that fate will not be always unkind to Le Sassier in his en- 
deavors to obtain a "facial outgrowth" since he intends to take up medi- 
cine in a few years. 


Doc. Rush — Boy, why don't you go out for football? 

Sick One — I've got a cold. 

Doc Rush — Yes, and it's most likely in your feet. 


Reports that Fitz was engaged in Slumberland pursuits when the 
monthly stagecoach passed through Reynalds', thus accounting for his cus- 
tomary late arrival. 

HI 111 

Mr. Skinner, Esq., says he will accept the nomination for mayor of 
Lucedale, and also the many invitations to be president of the I. B. A. Hicks 
Agricultural Society. Keep it up, George, Spring Hill is proud of you. 


Why do pink letters thrill one so ? Ask Mr. Grimsley, then you'll know. 

k k A A * A 

O'Neil — Say, Gilmore, why was Darwin right? 
Gilly — Don't get personal, now! 

A A A A A A 

Inge is very fond of A. Gillette. We don't know why Dick has fallen 
so for the razor. 

A A A A A A 

Street — Say, Nigger, why does Matt Mahorner ask so many foolish 
questions in class? 

Nigger — Aw, why does a mule bray? 


Keoughan — Say, Mac, why did Vinegar root so hard this summer for 
the Madison team? 

McKenna — Don't you know he's going to Tech next year? Practice, 
my boy, practice. 

A A A A A A 

We have been informed that Tumminello intends to go into the cheese 

A A A A A A 

Being assembled around the store on a holiday, there are some very 
amusing stories related. 

Henry Flautt, whom host our readers are acquainted with, gives the 
following anecdote : (It is understood that the above-mentioned lad hails 
from the country) 

"You know, some mules have a pretty good imagination. Our old 
mule was standing under the roof of a large barn. The fall crops had been 
gathered, and among the abundant suplpies of grain was some pop corn. 

One afternoon, the barn mentioned caught fire, and this pop corn 
began to pop and fall down upon the unfortunate animal." 

"What happened then ?" asked one of his hearers. 

"The mule, well, he thought it was snowing, and froze to death," re- 
turned Flautt. 

(Flautt got the turkey). 


It is often said that true love never runs smoothly. Yarbourough and 
Rainey give us a perfect example of this every day. 

A A A A A A 

Lawler — Say, Owen, lend me your cold cream. 
Owen— What for? 

A A A A A A 

Professor — Who was our first president? 
Keoughan — Father Shallo. 

A A A A A A 

Does Doc. Rush object to tennis? Naw, ask Cooney. 

A A A A A A 

Latest reports from Mobile state that "Bullet Bowman, formerly of 
Spring Hill, intends going into business. 

A A A A A A 

Don't you think DeCarlo would make a good aviator in his new uni- 

Ask her she knows. 

A A A A A A 

Mulherin says he wears glasses in order to look better. 

A A A A A A 

When we think of what happened Sunday, we hold that the rats 
around the study hall ought to be exterminated. 

A A A A A A 

Somebody said Lawler was cute, but we won't say who. 
Sore toes take a long time to cure. Ask Walet, he knows. 

A A A A A A 

Inquiries — 

Who ever heard of a baseball matinee? Ask Lawler. 
"Does she typewrite?" Yarbrough says she does. 
Who is "small change?" (Does Keane know?) 
Who said Prof. Charlet could paint signs? 
Who is "Heavy, Heavy, the Fat Boy ?" (Mannigan) . 
When will the cloudbursts start again? 

High School Locals 

BY ED. F. BERRY, A.B. '24 

The prefect was awfully worried when "Froggie" disappeared for two 
hours the other day. It was feared that Jim had essayed a walk in the 
woods, where some squirrel found him and put him away for the winter. 
But he hopped back again. 


"Raph" (to Coach) — Say, can you make anything out of me? 
Coach — I'm sorry, old boy, but someone beat me to it and made a fool 
out of you. 


Gus doens't have to worry about mosquitoes any more. He says that 
his tongue is so long that he can pop 'em off his ear without any trouble. 
Go to it, Gus, you win. 


Henry is in the store. 

Thompson got a pink letter instead of a blue one. 
A. J. Major studied last light. 
Pinkey grew an inch. 
E. Burke got a hair cut. 
"Coco" chews now. 

Coach Murphy won a game of pool. (Ask him if he doesn't think this 
is wonderful?) 


Walter Camp has been scouting around the little yard lately. Rumors 
are to the effect that Harvard needs a coach next year, and Tatum is being 
watched. On the other hand, the visit might be only to give "Raph" the 
once-over for "All American Water Boy." 

k k kk k k 

Sergeant Burguieres Dressing to Company C. Scene: Little yard. 
Time: Very hot day. Bugle blows assembly. 

"Fats" — Awright, now, you guys fall in. The longer you play, the 
longer you'll stay out here. Right dress ! Come on, move them feet ! Come 
up on that there line ! Git back on the left end of the company, you, with 
the shirt on! Not you! Say, boy, can't you see me talking to you? Git 
back! Carry it on down! That's enough ! Git back! Cut that talkin' out, 
Spinks! What did you say? Bob, you'd better watch yourself ! Back a 


little, Hartwell! Come on, you guys, and wake up! Didn't I tell you to 
get back a minute ago ? When I give a command, I want it executed, git 
that? I'm gonna report you to the commandant, Abe, if you don't quit 
hollering! Steady, front rank! Good, Lord, what's the matter with this 
rear rank? Come up, "Frog" ! Don't call you "Frog"? Well, whose gonna 
stop me ? You'd better come up on that line and shut up ! Shut up ! Say, 
boy, go see the commandant ! You better go ! Go ahead ! All right, I'll see 
you later! Come on, now, make it snappy! Look along the line — Yost, 
quit spittin' in ranks, doggone it! You guys are the greenest bunch of 
rookies I ever saw! Major, git back! Awright, now, Zieman, quit kicking 
"Frog"! Shut up, "Frog"! Cut that laughing out, Griffin, d'ye hear? 
What's the matter on the left? Come up! A little more, back, hold it! 
Back in the center, back ! Back some more ! Git back, doggone it ! "Frog," 

Commandant — Come oh, Sergeant, you are wasting too much time. 

"Fats"— Aw the— F R N T ! 

A A A A A A 

You can't keep a good man down. Witness Coach Murphy's daily mail 
from Laurel. And after only one day's acquaintance, at that ! 

A A A A A A 

The management of the circus that recently visited Mobile has filed 
a suit against S. H. C. for running an opposition show. It seems that 
"Wrinks" and "Savannah Frankie" quite outdid the professional clowns 
that day, to say nothing of Manigan making the champion fat man look 
like Germany's voice in the Peace Treaty. Pat was too good natured to go 
inside the tent and show up the "human needle." And likewise, persuaded 
several others from appearing in their best form in ruining the menagerie. 
Great variety of talent in the high school. 

A A A A A A 

"Blondey" says he likes the big yard— the ground is much softer. 

A A A A A A 

At a meeting of the Augusta Lodge, WE R. IT, it was decided to move 
the capitol from Washington to the Georgia town. 

Alumni Notes 


'64-66 Samuel Williamson, an old student, paid the college the honor of a 
visit on August 14th, last. 

'93 Mr. J. W. Supple, A.B. '93, of Louisiana, visited the college in October. 
Mr. Supple has two sons here. 

'94 Clarence Hebert, A.B. '96, visited Spring Hill some weeks ago. 

'95 Joseph Ducote, A.B. '95, father of the famous football player, visited 
the college on the 18th of last month. 

'08 Dr. Dixon Austin, A.B. '08, has been decorated by Prince Alexander 
of Serbia for services rendered to that country. Dr. Austin was 
stationed at Monastir, where he established a public health de- 
partment, the first of its kind in Southern Serbia. We congrat- 
ulate him on his fine work and the consequent reward. 

'09 Prof. A. J. Suffich, B.M. '09, has returned from New York, after an 
absence of six weeks, spent in studying and gaining a general 
insight into the modern teaching methods. 

'10 John Forney, A.B. '10, visited the college on September 7 with the A. 
O. H. delegation from Birmingham. They were very much pleased 
with the place. 


'10 Walter S. Fossier was recently married to Miss Alice Livaudais of 
New Orleans. May their worst day to come be better than their 
best day past. 


'11 John Trolio, B.S. '11, visited the college on his honeymoon trip. John 
is in the wholesale .grocery business at Canton, Mississippi. We 
extend our congratulations on his marriage. 


'12 L. S. Andrepont, ex-A.B. '12, is now editor of the Star Progress Print- 
ing Company of Opelousas, Louisiana. 

John Brown, ex-B.S. '12, who has just recently been discharged 
from the service, married in July. He and his wife visited the 
college, and were extremely delighted with their visit. 
The following is a record of Dr. H. W. Rowbotham, LL.D. '12, cap- 
tain and railway transport offices, H. M.'s forces. (Taken from 
the Colonial office list in 1918) : "Rowbotham, Captain Herbert 
W., LL. D., St. Joseph's College, Spring Hill, Mobile, U. S. A. ; and 
Hon. LL.D., Rome. — Born 1868. Served with Cape Mounted Police 
1890. Member (student) of the Institute of Actuaries 1893. 
Rhodesian Civil Service 1895 (Medal for Rebellion of 1896-1897). 
Served as an officer (Lieut. 1899 ; Captain 1902) in field and on 
staff South African War, 1899-1902 (two medals and five clasps) . 
Transvaal Civil Service 1903. Clerk to Atty.-Genl. B. Honduras, 
1910. Accountant and Traffic Assistant Stann Creek Railway B. 
Honduras, September, 1910. Captain A. Co., 8th B. Welsh Regt, 
1914. Star for 1914-1915. Railway Transport Officer 1916-1919. 
Medal 1914-1919. Victory Medal.— (Taken from page 673 of the 
Colonial Office List, 1918). 

'13 A little son named Joseph Rush has safely arrived at the home of Mr. 
and Mrs. R. J. Ducote. We extend our congratulations to Coach 

'14 Ducote, Herbert, ex-A.B. '14, has recently been married to Miss 
Blanchard. We wish them all success and prosperity. 

'15 On July 16th last, Julian McPhillips, B.S. '15, was married to Miss 
Lilybel McGowin. We are glad to see the union of these two prom- 
inent families, and we wish the newly married couple all success 
and prosperity. 

Stanford Skinner, B.S. '15, paid us a visit after four years' rest- 
- dence in Panama. 

Charles Pearce, B.S. '15, has recently been blessed by the arrival 
of a son. Congratulations. 

'17. The following letter from Emmet L. Holbrook, A.B. '17. tells us of 
his doings: 


'"As perhaps you are aware, Spring Hill graduated me in June of 1917. I lost too 
time, but came to New York on October 1 of the same year. I accepted a position in 
the law department of the Adams Express Company, and commenced attendance at 
Fordham University of Law, at night. Before the end of November, I was made man- 
aging clerk of the law department, which position I am still holding. I have completed 
two years of Jaw school, -and established good records in spite of all the difficulties occa- 
sioned by my change of locality and the circumstances of the business I am in. In 
April, 1920, I expect to take the New York State Bar examination." 

Howard Kelly, Lit't. B. '17, has recently been married to Miss 
Margaret SommerviTle of Newport News. We hope that they will 
have a successful married life. 

Louis J. Boudousquie, B.S. '17, was married to Miss Mary Lois 
White, September 18, 1919. We extend our sincerest wishes for a 
prosperous married life. 

Matt Price, B.S. '17, has completed his law course at the Uni- 
versity of Alabama. He intends to take a special course in law 
at Georgetown. We hope that he will continue the splendid pro- 
gress he has been making. 

Last Year's Class 

Joseph Kopecky is studying law at Georgetown. 
Dennis Cmrtfen is taking up law at Loyola. 
Charles Horn* is assisting his father at Shrever. 
Matt Rice is at Georgia Tech, studying engineering. 
Tom Hails is at Catholic University, studying for the degree of A.M. 
We have no fear that Tom will be successful in his pursuits. 


Lefebvre Gianelloni is with his father on their plantation at 

Baton Rouge. 
Charles Plyn is in business at Big Hampton, N. Y. We hope that he 

will be successful in his new career. 
George Schwegman is studying engineering at Tulane. 
Walter Feore has a position at White-Eckert-Chafest Co., in Mobile. 
Rene Crene is attending Tulane, where he is studying medicine. 
Oscar Bienvenu is also taking up medicine at Tulane. 
Williaai Hartwell has decided to follow his father's footsteps, so he is 

at Tulane preparing himself by a course in engineering. 
John Kelier is already in business at Akron, Ohio. We wish him all 




The Georgia Club, Spring Hill College Alumni Association haa teen 
established by some of Spring Hill's faithful alumni. J. A., Casaidy,. A.B. 
'15, was elected president; John H. Mock, '97, vice-president, and Frank 
Gillespie, A.B. '15, secretary and treasurer. The purpose of the association 
is to provide a means of bringing the old and young men together, and 
through this medium keep in closer touch with each other, the collage and 
its activities. 

The football season of 1919 began auspiciously, with forty-five candidates answer- 
ing the call issued by Coaches Ducote and Rush. Among these were the following let- 
termen, all of whom are well and favorably known to followers of the Purple and 
White: Ratterman, Walet, Hastings, Gannon, Tuinminello, H. Winling and F. Winling. 
Among the newcomers, Donahue, Grimsley and Braswell showed by far the best form, 
and each seemed to have made secure a varsity position. Roach, at fullback, was used 
in the A. and M. game. Dickie White, formerly of the little yard, played exceptionally, 
well at center. He is a versatile player of no mean ability, and was used at end in the 
A. and M. game. Among the scrubs, Yarborough at tackle; Gilmore and Hughes at 
end; Castagnos at guard; Lopez at guard, and O'Neill and Ed Murray in the back- 
field, seemed to be able at all times to give the varsity a tight argument. 

With such a wealth of material and with two such coaches as "Moon" Ducote and 
"Doc" Rush, the Purple and White can be assured a secure position high on the ladder 
of football fame. 

The following extract from the Mobile Register of October 5th is self-explanatory, 
and is an account of the opening game of the season, when the Spring Hill eleven made 
football history by holding the famous Mississippi A. and M. team to a 12-to-6 score: 

In a ragged game, marred by frequent fumbles, Mississippi A. & M. defeated Spring 
Hill College today in the opening game of the local season, 12 to 6. The game was 
devoid of features, neither eleven showing much offensive ability. Poor kicking by 
Spring Hill backs gave A. & M. numerous chances to score, and the play was almost 
entirely in the visitors' territory, but the Maroons lost their opportunity either through 
fumbling the ball or poor head work. In choice of plays, A. & M. scored first in the 
first quarter, when the Maroons blocked a kick close to the Purple and White goal 
line. Bower recovered the pigskin and fell across the line for the first score. Carpen- 
ter failed at goal. During the second quarter, the ball see-sawed back and forth in the 
middle of the field. In the third quarter, A. & M., after a couple of exchanges of kicks, 
put the ball on Spring Hill's 30-yard line, and carried it by tackle drives to the ten- 
yard line. A fumble ensued and Grimsley picked up the ball and raced 90 yards for 
a touchdown. The visitors, however, failed at goal, and the score stoo'd at 6-6. Early 
in the last quarter A. & M. again blocked Ratterman's kick, and Billingsley recovered 
the ball on Spring Hill's 15-yard line. Off-tackle drives by Little and Newsome took 
the ball to the one-yard line and Klindworth plunged through for a touchdown. Bower 
failed to kick goal. A. & M. carried the ball to the one-yard line in the last few min- 
utes of play, but was unable to penetrate the Spring Hill line, and the ball went over 
to Spring Hill. Final score: Mississippi A. & M. 12, Spring Hill 6. 

Miss. A. & M. Spring Hill 



Billingsley -. - — - Hastings 

Right End 
Askew - - — - Walet (Capt.) 

Right Tackle 
rlowell - - Tumminello 

Right Guard 
Mouston _ r - Ratterman 


Henley (Capt.) 

Carpenter ..... 


Left Guard 

Left Tackle 

... F. Winling 
... H. Winling 

Left End 






Right Half 


Left Half 

... Braswell 


Newsome „ '. 


Referee, Graves (Missouri). Umpire, Hayes (Albion). Linesman, Wilson (Au- 
burn). Time of quarters, 12 minutes. Touchdowns, Bower, Klindworth, Grimsley. 
Score: A. & M. 12, Spring Hill 6. 


Although they played a game, hard struggle, "Moon" Ducote's Spring Hill College 
eleven suffered a defeat at the hands of Tulane University at Monroe Park, Saturday, 
October 18, before several hundred football enthusiasts, the New Orleans University 
squad gaining a decision over the local collegians by a score of 21 to 0. Spring Hill 
gave her student body and followers quite a thrill in the first quarter of play by serious- 
ly menacing Tulane's goal, but just at a time when all the play was being carried to the 
visiting eleven, Spring Hill was thrown for a loss. That play marked the turning point 
for Spring Hill, and although they played good ball in the second quarter, Tulane's at- 
tack bewildered them in the two closing periods, when the visitors scored all their 

Tulane fought hard through the first half of the game, hammering away at Spring 
Hill's line, but without success, as the Purple and White line held at all times. Then 
the visitors began skirting the ends and making use of the forward pass. Spring Hill 
was unable to stop this method of attack, and went to pieces, Tulane scoring early in 
the third period. After Moulton had kicked to Legendre to begin the third quarter a 
pass from Smith to Wight gained 20 yards. This put the ball on the Hill's 10 yard 
line, and Fields skirted left end for a touchdown. Williams kicked goal. End runs 
and successful forward passes, the majority of them from Smith to Wight, then placed 
the ball on Spring Hill's two-yard line. Again Tulane was unable to carry the ball 
over by bucking, but Williams carried the ball over for the second touchdown on an 
off-tackle play. 

In the fourth period forward passes again worked successfully by Smith and Wight, 
bringing the ball to the Hill's two-yard line. Once more Spring Hill held, and when 



tfujUtne fumbled, Gilmore recovered. Moulton punted out of bounds, and the ball was 
brought into play on the 10-yard line. A forward pass, Smith to Wight, netted 10 yards 
a.nd„ Tulane's third touchdown. Smith kicked goal. 

Donahue, White, H. Winling and Hastings played fine football for Spring Hill, 
while Wight, Fields, Smith, Williams and Nagle starred for Tulane. 

Spring Hill seriously felt the loss of George Ratterman from the lineup. He was 
put with an injury, forcing White at end to play at center, a position new to him while 
Walet, captain of Spring Hill, playing the other end, was suffering from an injured 
ankle. Most of Tulane's gains were around the ends, the visitors also making very suc- 
cessful use of numerous forward passes. 

tulane Spring Hill 

Wight , - — Walet (c.) 

Right End 



Linfield (c) 



Right Tackle 
Right Guard 




Left Guard 




Left Tackle 

Left End 

F. Winling 

H. Winling 





Left Half 



Right Half 


_ Grimsley 



Substitutions: For Tulane — Richeson for Williams, Brown for Nagle; for Spring 
Hill — Kelly for Braswell, Yarborough for H. Winling, Gilmore for Walet Officials: 
Referee — Moriarity (Auburn). Umpire — Maiden (Virginia). Head Linesman — Morri- 
son (Vanderbilt). Timekeepers — Murphy (Holy Cross), Simpson (Tulane). Score by 
quarters — First quarter, Spring Hill 0, Tulane 0; second quarter, Spring Hill 0, Tulane 
0; third quarter, Spring Hill 0, Tulane 14; fourth quarter, Spring Hill 0, Tulane 7. 
Time of Periods — 12 minutes. 


Outweighed and outplayed, the Marion College eleven succumbed to the persistent 
attack of the Spring Hill gladiators, who romped away with the long end of a 13 to 
score. Three hours of steady rajn before the game rendered the gridiron a sea of mud, 
and the game was characterized by slow getaways, fumbles and irregular running with 
the ball. The doughty little Donahue, at half for Spring Hill, was easily the star of 
the game. He got away around end for persistent gains in the broken field. Grimsley, 
at the other half, was also a consistent ground gainer. H. Winling, at end for Spring 
Hill, showed up well on the defense. 


Captain Allen, at half for Marion, played a sensational game at times, but he Was 
unable to push the pigskin across Spring Hill's tape unaided. Argo, at center for 
Marion, played a very good roving game. 

Spring Hill's first marker came in the initial period, when Hastings bucked the 
oVal across the line after Donahue and Grimsley had advanced it almost to the goal 
posts by short end runs. Spring Hill scored again in the third period, when the same 
performance was repeated. 

Only once was the Spring Hill goal line threatened, when the Marionites advanced 
the ball to the four yard line. It looked for a time as if a touchdown was inevitable, but 
the Hillians came back strong and held their opponents for downs. The ball Was kept 
in Marion territory for the greater part of the game. The play was spirited, but 
somewhat slow and erratic on account of the condition of the field. Spring Hill had 
the advantage of weight over their opponents. 

Spring Hill Marion 

Walet (Capt.) - - - - - — - Riley 

Left End 
Moulton — - .. - 

Yarborough 3 - 

White 4 


F. Winling 

H. Winling _ 

Gannon _ „.... 


Donahue ...i 

Left Tackle 
Left Guard 


Right Guard 

Right Tackle 

Right End 


Left Halfback 

- Dyar 

_ Wilcox 


_. Ollinger 

W. Argo 


_ Duprey 

- Allen (Capt.) 

b - Reedef 

Right Halfback 

Hastings _ i ves 

Score by Periods: 
Spring Hill , 6 7 5_j 8 

Marion - -•• b 0— 

Summary: Time of Quarters— 15 minutes. Officials: Referee, Harris (Auburn). 
Umpire, Parks (Marion). Substitutions: Spring Hill, Lopez for White; Marion, Eus- 
lin for Wilcox. 

High School Football 

Football in the junior division is going great guns this year. Coach Murphy has 
formed a wonderful team out of only about four of last year's regulars. The new- 
comers showed up well, and have helped Captain Rainey put pep into the squad. Up to 


date they have played three games, winning two and tieing one. The latter was played 
at Laurel, Mississippi, and was the first outside game played by the high school. 

S. H. C. 19, BARTON 7 

On Saturday, October 4, the Juniors in their first game showed just what they 
could do by easily defeating Barton Academy. Spring Hill scored twice in the second 
quarter, advancing the ball on end runs and Captain Rainey's line plunging. Rainey 
carried the ball over for the first touchdown on a buck through center. Thompson 
kicked goal. Towards the quarter's end, Marston skirted left end for a touchdown. It 
was a 20-yard run. The Juniors scored again in the third quarter. Bogue at half-back 
made a spectacular run of 50 yards. In the last quarter, against a team of substitutes, 
Barton scored their lone touchdown on successful forward passes. Batson and Moulton 
were the stars for Barton. The whole Spring Hill team showed up well, and Burguieres 
starred on the line by breaking up many a buck. Line-up: 

S. H. C. — Sullivan, left end; Manigan, left tackle; Thompson, left guard; Burguieres, 
center; Cassidy, right guard; Beatrous, right tackle; Gilbert, right end; Bruner, quar- 
ter; Bogue, left half; Marston, right half; Rainey (Capt.), fullback. 

Barton — Forsyth, left end; Bates, left tackle; Spottswood, left guard; Lappington, 
center; Kearly, right guard; Demmard, right tackle; W. McKinney, right end; Moul- 
ton, quarter; Muths, left half; McGowin, right half; Bates (Capt.), fullback. 

S. H. C. 12 U. M. s. a 

On October 15th, the Juniors had a harder battle than they did on the fourth. 
Wright's strong team showed fight throughout, but the Juniors went them one better. 
Spring Hill scored once in the second, and again in the fourth quarter. Marston made 
the first touchdown by a 20-yard run around left end. Gilbert scored the second when 
he recovered a kick which Burguieres blocked and raced 55 yards for a touchdown. Roe 
was the individual star for U. M. S., while Captain Rainey, Marston and Gilbert fea- 
tured for the Juniors. 


Spring Hill — Gilbert, left end; Simpson, left tackle; Manigan, left guard; Bur- 
guieres, center; Cassidy, right guard; Gilmore, right tackle; Schweers, right end; 
Bruner quarter; Bogue, left half; Marston, right half; Rainey (Capt.), fullback. 

U. M. S. — Smith, left end; Scott, left tackle; Dunn, left guard; Gulliger, center; 
Dickerson, right guard; Murphy, right tackle; Hastie, right end; Fonde, quarter; Cow- 
ley, left half; Gilliard, right half; Roe (Capt.), fullback. 

S. H. C. 6 LAUREL 6 

The Juniors, playing their first outside game with Laurel on October 18, showed 
what their capabilities were away from home. The game was hard fought. Neither 
team scored till the second quarter, when Bruner, Spring Hill's quarterback, ran 50 
yards around left end for a touchdown. Laurel fought hard, and in the last quarter 
Captain Henry went 35 yards on a trick play, being downed on Spring Hill's one-yard 
line. Here the Juniors held for three consecutive downs, but gave way to Vance's pile- 
on center rush. The team was entertained by the Y. M. O. A., and enjoyed their trip 
immensely. Line-up: 

Spring Hill— Gilbert, left end; Yorborough, left tackle; Simpson, left guard; Bur- 
guieres, center; Thompson, right guard; Gilmore, right tackle; Bogue, right end; 
Bruner, quarter; Marston, left half; Beatrous, right half; Rainey (Capt.), fullback. 

Laurel- -Feasell, left end; C. Vance, left tackle; Bass, left guard; Stanton, center; 
Patrick, right guard; Walters, right tackle; McRae, right end; Street, quarter; R. 
Vance, right half; Henry (Capt), left half; Cook, fullback. 





uUjp 8>pnngljUltan 

DECEMBER, 1919. 

(Ttyristmas Clumber 


Frontispiece: Holy Night. 

Spring Hill (Verse) 1 

(A. C. M.) 

A Yule Tide Gift (Story) 3 


Joseph Conrad (Essay) 7 


The Best Seller (Verse) 10 

Vox Clamantis (Essay) 11 

Was He a Hero? (Story) 17 

(D. CASEY.) 

Hie Angulus (Verse) 19 


Spiritism (Essay) 20 


The Days That Were (Verse) 23 

(J. C.) 

Mon Bon Ami (Story) .24 


Night (Verse) 27 

Louis Pasteur (Essay) 28 



Christmas and Peace 33 


June Bugs. 

The Backfield. 

The Line. 

High School Football Team. 


Diary 35 

Chronicle 36 

Senior Locals 39 

High School Locals 42 

Alumni Notes 44 

Football 47 

Exchanges 56 

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VOL. »XII. DECEMBER, 1919. NO. 2. 

fining fftll 

- - Cs 

Why ask to see thy face again, 

Spring Hill? 
The voices from thy field and fen, 
The music of thy rill and wren, 
Live in my spirit's deepest glen, 

Spring Hill! 

They tell us, they who visit Rome, 
Who bask in shadows of her dome, 
They'll kiss the soil before they part, 
As 'twere a portion of their heart. 

Poor me, I ne'er may visit Rome. 
More modest names, nor Keph, nor Paul, 
But saints the same, beneath thy dome, 
Have rendered thee my hearth and home, 
Spring Hill6 

Thy calm is all the smile of life, 
Thy storms the strength of every strife; 
Thy lakelet ripples in my veins, 
Thy hills are towering 'mid my pains, 
And from their tops, methinks the scope 
Of every longing, sigh, and hope 
Of distant heaven and bliss complete, 
Is laid unbosomed at my feet. 

Vision of the Gulf and Bay, 
Alabama of the Soul, 
Ye bear me in your onward roll, 
Till on its pinions soul away 


Has fled to where soft wave-beats of Time 
Merge in the Eternal Oceam-chime ! 

Aye, thus, expanded to the breeze, 
The smallest of thy garden-trees, 
I stand and grow in soul with thee, 
Amid thy pines and oaks, all-free. 

Thine ivy-vines will soon have found 
A place to clasp my waste around ; 
They're creeping nearer, nearer still, 
Near to my heart, my old Spring Hill, 
For thou — thou art my heart, my mind, 
And all that's left of me, entwined 
And woodlands that have flowered o'er thee, 
Laughing in sunlight that is showered o'er thee, 
Smiling in stars that sleep o'er thee, 
Spring Hill! 

—A. C. M. 

A f ut* Site (Stft 

D. M. STEWART, B.S., '23. 

ROMPTLY AT FIVE-THIRTY, the factory whistle blew, and sev- 
eral minutes later great crowds of workers thronged the street, 
some hurrying home for their evening meal, and others gather- 

W" ing in small knots to discuss the events of the past day. On one 
corner quite a number of them stood listening to a bearded man, 
I who spoke of the unfairness of the rich towards the poor. His 

voice was loud, and it had a peculiar foreign accent. With sweeping gestures 
and rising speech, his oration attracted many, and little by little the num- 
ber of his listeners increased into a large audience. For more than half an 
hour this stranger continued, when suddenly he interrupted his discourse 
by glancing at a large heavy watch. 

"I hope you will think over the things I have just told you," he said, 
"and tomorrow at this same place and time, I will speak again." 

Placing the watch back into his pocket, he stepped from the box on 
which he was standing and shook hands with several. Slowly the crowd 
of listeners dispersed, and the orator disappeared into the darkness. 

The next evening this stranger again addressed the crowd, but this 
time the number of his hearers had increased. As the day before, he spoke 
for nearly a half hour, and ending his speech, he withdrew. 

These doings continued for several weeks. One evening Harold Stevens, 
a young draftsman, who had been with the factory for a year, chanced 
to pass this meeting on his way home, aving a little time to eipajre, 
out of curiosity, he stood on the outskirts of the crowd to find out what 
was happening. 

"You are nothing but a lot of slaves ! You sell your bodies, your lives, 
your very souls to this slave-driving, luxury-loving profiteer |" 

These words seemed to hit Stevens like a blow in the face. How could 
this alien know what he was talking about ? Harold knew Mr. Halloway, the 
owner of the factory, and was, in fact, an ardent admirer of his beautiful 

"He is a murderer !" continued the speaker, frantically waving his long 
hairy arms. "The little wages you get hardly keep you alive. You and 
your family are starving, while this demon lives in his fine mansion and 
feasts !" But Harold would hear no more. 

Elbowing his way into the open, he walked rapidly in the direction 
of the car line. Many troubled thoughts passed through his brain. Who 
was this impudent blasphemer, inciting the workers to strike? He could 
hear snatches of the shouting man's speech — "Tear down the factory! — 
demolish the machines! — ruin everything — !" 

Should he tell Mr. Halloway about this matter? To be sure, he had 
an engagement with Lydia Halloway this very night. 

> E ACHING THE CORNER, he hailed an approaching car, and boarded 
it. Finding a seat, he continued his thoughts on the speech. 
"I've got it!" heconcluded. "This guy is either a Bolshevist or an 
W. W. worker | No, I won't say anything to Mr. Halloway, because it 


would excite him, but I'll go straight to Police Headquarters !" 

He obtained a transfer to a car that would put him near the station, 
got off and caught the car he wanted. Arriving at Headquarters, he pre- 
sented his case to Chief of Police Ransford. 

"Yes," said the Chief, as he pressed a button, "your idea is correct. 
I'll have a squad of men accompany you to the scene." 

In response to his summons, an officer in uniform entered. 

"Get a squad and go with this young man," ordered Mr. Ransford. 

"Yes," sir," answered the officer, leaving. 

Several minutes later, Harold, with eight husky policemen, entered a 
waiting automobile and started for the factory. 

Just after Stevens left, Chief Ransford 'phoned Mr. Halloway, telling 
him of the matter. 

"And you say that Stevens went with your men?" Mr. Halloway 'i 
voice came over the wire. 

"Why, yes, in fact, he almost ordered me to do something, anything 
to save the factory," answered the chief. 

"All right, I'll leave immediately for the factory. Thank you; good 

"Halloway's a queer chap," mused the chief. "He didn't seem excited, 
and took it easily. Maybe he " 

His thoughts were broken by the ringing of the telephone. 

"Hello!" he inquired, somewhat indifferently. 

But something he heard startled him. 

"The deuce you say! Do you mean to tell me that they have started 
to break up things already? All right, I'll have the whole bunch oni the 
way in two seconds. Hold them until we get there." 

Slaming the receiver down on the hook, he jumped up, reached for his 
coat and hat, and hurriedly left the office. Entering the Precinct Ser- 
geant's room, he shouted, "Tom, let me have a dozen men on the jump!" 
as he ran for his car. By the time he had reached it, the policemen were 
all piling into the police van. 

"To Halloway's works | " he shouted, as he sped off. A second later the 
van was well under way. 

When Harold and the squad arrived at the factory, they were given a 
warm reception by the angry workmen. Their coming was the signal for 
a bombardment of stones and bricks. 

Before the car could be brought to a stop, the police jumped out, 
Harold at their heels. While they rushed the mob, he ran to the factory 
to isee if any damage had been done. He saw about twenty men breaking 
windows and doors in order to gain entrance. Harold, nothing daunted, 
rushed the man nearest him. It happened to be the strange alien, pound- 
ing at a door with a large piece of wood. 

SEEING HIM COMING, the alien dropped the piece of wood and drawing 
a revolver, fired. The bullet missed its target by several inches. In a 
twinkling Harold was at his side. In disarming him, his shouts for help 
brought the whole mob. With a well-aimed blow, he dropped the alien 
in his tracks. Seeing them coming, Stevens backed to the wall so as not 


to be surrounded. He met the first man with a heavy right to the jaiw, 
sending him sprawling. Down went the second and third the same way, 
but the impact of those behind was overpowering. He went down with the 
rest on top of him. 

At this time, Chief Ransford, the police van and Mr. Halloway reached 
the scene. 

"Where's Stevens?" was Mr. Halloway's first question. 

"He's over by the factory," answered one of the policemen. 

Hailing two officers and directing them to come with him, he set off 
on a run. 

"My God, they're killing the poor boy," he moaned, seeing the strug- 
gling mass. 

The men noticed the coming of the police. So quick were they in 
getting to their feet and making off, that only five of the twenty were 
captured. Harold was lying unconscious, with an ugly gash in his head. 
Under his prostrated body was the alien, the cause of the disturbance, still 
dazed from the blow Stevens had dealt him. 

On reaching Harold's side, Mr. Halloway knelt and carefully lifted the 
boy's bruised body in his arms. It was then that he noticed the stranger. 

"Hey, officer," he shouted, "this is the fellow who started the mess. 
I'm almost positive of it. Better get him into the van before he escapes." 

He carried Harold to his car, placed him in it, and started the motor. 

"Want me to get an ambulance for him ?" inquired the chief. 

"No; I'll take him to my house," returned Mr. Halloway, and then he 
was gone. 

Two days later, Harold awoke from his coma. His head was swathed 
in bandages, and oh, how it throbbed. 

"Wh-what's the matter ?" he asked feebly, hardly able to see. 

"I-is-what-wh-" the pain was too great. He could scarcely endure it. 
He closed his eyes in the agony. 

"Harold, Harold !" spoke a soft sweet voice, close at his ear. 

"Speak to me, dear, oh, Harold, speak to me!" it pleaded. 

Wiping a tear from her eyes, the owner of the voice bent over him. 

"Wh-who, Lydia?" he mumbled, opening his eyes, and peering into 
those soft brown ones. 

"Lydia, wh-why am I here?" he asked. 

"Oh, Harold, I knew you would live," she sobbed. "But be quiet now. 
You must not talk. The doctor says not to exert yourself." And then 
she disappeared. 

How his poor head did ache; it felt like it would burst. A moment 
later, he was asleep. 

The next day was Christmas. Harold, on waking felt much better. 
His head did not throb ; only a dull pain lingered over his right temple. Mr. 
Halloway was in the room, and on seeing Harold awake, he walked over 
to the bed. 

"Merry Christmas, old boy. How do you feel this morning?" he asked. 

"Pretty good, only for this pain," replied Harold as he pointed to his 
forehead. "1 remember what it was all about now," he continued. "But tell 


me, how did you come out in the business?" 

"Oh that ; why there was nothing. The next day I posted a notice 
saying that I was willing to take them all back and to forget about the 
matter. And a couple of hours later, nearly every man was back. When 
I explained to them, they nearly mobbed the jail to get the Bolshevist. This 
fellow just started work at the factory about three weeks ago, but some- 
how I didn't like the man. Should anything have happened, I was sure 
it was his doings." 

"Thank goodness for that," Harold said, relieved, but at once he asked, 
"How long has Lydia been nursing me?" 

"The dear girl has been with you ever since I brought you here. Night 
ano\ day she sat by this bed praying for your recovery. Last night was 
the first opportunity she had to sleep for any length of time." 

"Really, Mr. Halloway," began Harold, "how can I ever thank you 

But his employer interrupted. 

"Take it easy, old man ; you did me a good turn. I should thank you." 

At that moment the door opened, and Lydia, standing in the doorway, 
inquired, "How is Harold this morning, Dad ?" 

"He is all right," returned her father. "You stay with him, as I'm 
going to leave. I know he prefers your company better than mine." 

Lydia blushed, and so did Harold. 

"Well, goodbye, Harold, I'll see you this evening." Playfully shaking 
his finger at them, he continued, a roguish smile on his face, "Behave your- 
selves, you two !" and he left the room. 

Lydia, taking a chair, drew it up to the bed and sat down. Harold, 
reaching for her hand, kissed it tenderly. 

"Lydia," he began, "how can I ever thank you for your devotion? You 
have been my best friend. I love you, dear. Twice before I asked yoUS 
to marry me, but you refused both times, saying you did not think you 
loved me enough. Tell me, do you really love me?" he asked, his) voice! 
trembling with emotion. 

"Yes," she replied, her beautiful face smiling at him. 

"And, now, will you marry me?" 

Slowly he raised himself on his elbow, his eyes beseeching. 

"Yes, Harold," she replied. 

He embraced her with his free arm. 

"Dear," she said, "I am so happy this Christmas." 

"So am I," he replied, "with you." 

3toB*plj (Eottrafc 


EW, INDEED, have ever heard the name of Korzeniowski in 
connection with literature, but when the name is prefixed with 
the two given ones, Joseph Conrad, many begin to see light. 
Joseph Conrad Korzeniowski (to give him the name he 
bore for almost forty years) was born in Ukraine, then a southern 
province of Poland, on Dec. 6, 1857. Being a descendant on his 
lather's side of a Polish squire, a man of no mean literary accomplishments, 
and one who, along with his two sons and one daughter, was deeply involved 
in the Polish uprising in 1863, accounts, as he says, for the "coloring of his 
earliest impressions." For his part in this rising, Joseph's father, one of the 
two sons, was banished to Vologda along with his wife and child Joseph. His 
exile hastened the death of his wife, which was followed shortly after by 
that of Joseph's father, — but not until the child had won many a privilege 
in the latter's library. From the age of five the boy was a great reader 
and as he says was never aware of learning to read. His father at thid 
time translating many works, such as Hugo's and Shakespeare's into Polish, 
gave the boy ample opportunities, so that before he reached the age of ten 
he had read much of the former along with other Romances in both Polish 
and French, not to mention voyages, novels, and histories in abridged edi- 
tions. » mw 

Before now he had made his first acquaintance with English Literature 
and with the sea ; the former in a translation of his father's "Two Gentle- 
men of Verona," and the latter in a similar version of Hugo's "Toilers of 
the Sea." 

After his father died the boy was well taken care of by his mother's 
brother, under whose charge he first attended a public school and after- 
wards had a private tutor. 

About this time the boy began to show an unquenchable ardor to go to 
sea. This meant an absolute severing from his old life and must have 
been a great shock to his family since Poland is entirely cut off from the 
water. Moreover he intended to become an English sailor and since all 
arguments failed to shake him from his purpose, he set out for Marseilles, 
at the age of nineteen. 

He had been promised a decent ship for his start by a friend, and one 
night he first laid hand on the side of an English vessel — the "James 
Westoll." He had volunteered to help pull the dinghy that set the pilot on 
board. It was then as he says that he was first spoke in English — "the 
language of my secret choice, of my future, of long friendships, of the deep- 
est affections, of hours of toil, of hours of ease and of solitary hours, too, 
of books read, of thoughts pursued, of remembered emotions — of my 

SOON HE WENT TO SEA, his first voyage taking him to the Gulf of 
Mexico. Later, aboard two French ships, he spent much of his time on 
the Mediterranean. Finally, in 1877, he boarded an English steamer bound 
for the Sea of Azov, and on returning to Lowestoft, on the east coast of 
Great Britain, Conrad first set foot on English soil. Serving the next four 


months on a collier on the East Coast he began to pick up English — from 
sailors and from the newspapers, notably the Standard. 

Now his real sea life began. He joined the ships of the Duke of Suth- 
erland and during the voyage was promoted A. B. In 1879 he passed his 
first examination for second officer and entered the service of the Glas- 
gow General Shipping Company as third officer on the "Loch-Etive" and 
then came the usual routine of voyages, examinations and promotions 
which are told about in his books and stories, notably, "Youth" and "The 
Mirror of the Sea." 

In 1884 he became a naturalized British subject and qualified as a 
Master in the Merchants Service. The following year he was chief officer 
on a trading steamer in the East. Then for two years he commanded the 
bark "Otago" and here as he says, "to my own surprise I developed into 
a good business man and made the dear old thing earn money as she had 
never done before." 1891 found him commanding a steamer in the heart of 
Africa for a Belgian Company. Since a small boy he had held a longing 
to visit and investigate into "the dark continent." He fulfilled his longing 
desire but at the expense of his health, gaining only the satisfaction of being 
the author of that, perhaps most surpassing of any tropical jungle de- 
scription ever written, "Heart of Darkness." In 1892 he returned to Lon- 
don and being very ill took a hydropathic treatment in Switzerland. The 
ensuing three years found him serving with a friend as chief officer on the 
passenger ship "Torreus." On one of her trips he made the acquaintance 
of John Galsworthy and thus commenced what has grown to be one of the 
greatest friendships of Mr. Conrad's shore life. 

HAVING BEEN TO ALL CORNERS of the earth with only occasional 
short holidays, he decided to rest in London. Here "Almayer's Folly" 
was published ; — a manuscript of many adventures and characters which re- 
mained with the author in various stages of completion for more than four 
years, having traveled with its creator to the four corners of the earth — the 
Congo, the East Indies, Poland, England, Switzerland, and France, and 
which despite its being the only copy in existence, was never lost. It at 
once attracted much attention and he was besieged on all sides by friends 
who told him that having the temperament and the style, he should con- 
tinue to write. He replied that his health was not yet of the best, and that 
a rest was needed and that he was thinking of marrying. 

However, in 1896, just one month after his marriage, appeared^ Mr. 
Conrad's second work, "An Outcast of the Island." The couple went at 
once to Brittany, living on an island with only peasants around them for 
half a year. Here were written two of "Tales of Unrest" — "The Idiots" 
and "An Outcast of Progress." 

Conrad's first real success did not come until the appearance of "The 
Nigger of the Narcissus," known in this country as "The Children of the 
Sea," which was published in 1897 serially in the "New Review," tiheiri 
under the supervision of the able critic, W. E. Henley. In 1898 appeared 
"Tales of Unrest," which divided with Hewlett's "Forest Lovers" and Sir 


Sidney Lee's "Life of Shakespeare," the prize of $750 awarded each year 
by the London Academy for the most worthy literary production. 

The Conrads then went to Essex to live, and there the eldest child — 
a son — was born. "Youth," often called the finest short story in English, 
he began to write that very day "in the evening downstairs, in a two- 
penny pocket book, in pencil, by the light of a solitary candle. He couldn't 
go to sleep. The story as printed was finished in a week." When the child 
was nine months old they again moved, this time to Pent Farm in Kent 
and there his literary life began in dead earnestness. 

Near them lived the author, Ferd Madox Hueffer, and a great friend- 
ship existed between the two families. Here one or two of Mr. Conrad's 
short stories were finished, and two of his books, "The Inheritors" and 
"Romance," were written in collaboration with Mr. Hueffer. 

Conrad was deeply attached to Stephen Crane, the author of "The 
Red Badge of Courage," who spent the last year of his short life at Kent. 
In "A Personal Record" Conrad mentions how Crane pointed out to him 
his neglect of parental duties in not providing his boy with a dog. 

LIKE MOST GREAT ARTISTS, Mr. Conrad came slowly into his own. He 
is the author now of more than seventeen volumes and has attained a 
distinction as a master of the art of. fiction and as great as any living 
writer. His pages often read like peculiarly rich translations from great 
French writers and no less an authority than John Galsworthy said of 
him in 1908 that he was "probably the only writer of the last twelve 
years that will enrich the English language to any extent." H. G. Wells 
in his well-known essay on "The Contemporary Novel," has written : "One 
of my chief claims to distinctions in this world is that I wrote the first 
long appreciative review of Joseph Conrad's work in the Saturday Review. 
James Huneker calls him "the only man in English today that belongs to 
the immortal company of Meredith, Hardy and Henry James." Others also 
are loud in their praise of one — "who has so complete mastery over our 
magnificent language — the language which he only began to learn in his 
nineteenth year." 

Mr. Conrad is a great stylist, a born story teller and above all a man 
who has lived life so fully and so variedly that he always has the reader's 
confidence. He is equally at home on land or sea, in telling of the anarchists 
of London, and the Malays of the East, of the Russian Revolutions and of 
a South American Republic. Human interest is ever present, and all 
this is very remarkable when one considers that he did not know a word of 
English until he was nineteen and his first book was published when he 
was twice that age, and finally that he writes with the greatest difficulty. 

Stf? MtBt gvlltv 

My parent quite keenly, the Zeitgeist possessed, 

The fad of the moment in fiction he dressed. 

This essay in authorship brought him to fame 

And gave him an asset — a novelist's name. 

In thrift's canny methods an expert adroit, 

He shrewdly that asset resolved to exploit, 

And though quite written out, by padding with skill, 

Contrived platitudinous pages to fill, 

A plagiary perfect with visions of pelf, 

With Shavian ethics he pilfered from self. 

I am the result of that labored design, 

A classic, a marvel, of knowledge a mine. 

That is if press agents be heralds of truth, 

And the judgment trustworthy of Gladys and Ruth. 

Though critics judicious pronounce me a sham, 

I reck not, for lo : A Best Seller I am. 

Box (HlamatttiH 

ductive than ordinary times of literary excellence. The heightened 
passions on. a people demand vigorous expression and through 
the masters of utterance, either in oratory, or prose, or poetry, 
find ears ready to attentively hear them. It is not therefore 
surprising that Ireland, whose national life has been a ferment of political 
agitation for several hundred years should possess a large galaxy of poets, 
all of whom give more or less expression to their country's cry for self- 
determination. To choose from such a number one who best expresses 
her national ideal were not an easy task. However, there is one who in our 
opinion, both in word and work, best expresses her aspirations. He is 
little known to Americans, to be sure, and to many even of his countrymen 
he is known only as a translator of the old Teutonic poets. The man, his 
splendid gifts, the richest fruits of his genius, all are hidden in an obscurity 
from which it is very difficult to rescue them. His life, like that of his, 
country, was inexpressibly sad and joyless. His childhood was strangely 
neglected, dark and sorrowful. Born in a quaint corner of Dublin near an 
old music hall in which Handel's Messiah was first performed, Clarence 
Mangan could have weel said with the old French writer, "Je n'avais Pas 
de Jeunesse." An accident at eight left him almost totally blind until 
his 13th year. During that time he seems to have been continually haunted 
by the fear of some impending calamity. His feelings were ultimately to 
find expression in his poem entitled "The Nameless One." 

Roll forth my song like the rushing river 
That sweeps along to the mighty sea, 
God will inspire me while I deliver 
My soul to thee. 

Tell thou the world when my bones lie whitening 

Amid the last homes of youth and eld, 
That there once was one whose veins ran lightning 
No eye beheld. 

Tell how his boyhood was one drear night hour, 

How shone for him through his griefs and gloom, 
No star of all Heaven sends to light our 
Path to the tomb. 

And tell how trampled derided hated 

And worn by weakness, disease and wrong, 
He fled for shelter to God, Who mated 
His soul with song. 

HIS FATHER'S REPEATED FAILURES in business had reduced the 
family to a state of almost absolute destitution. It was necessary that 
some one should earn bread for the rest. The lot fell on our poet. The elder 
Mangan decided to apprentice his son o the Scrivenry business, then a lucra- 
tive employment. Deep and bitter was the grief of Clarence when he 


learned his fate. "For ten long years," he says in an autobiographical 
fragment found after his death, "I toiled and moiled from five in the morn- 
ing until eleven at night. The misery of my mind, my natural tendency 
to loneliness, poetry and self -analysis, all these destroyed my constitution." 
About 1833 a crowning tragedy blighted forever the poet's life. He 
fell in love with a young lady named Miss Margaret Stackpoole. She was 
it (seems, a very beautiful fascinating girl — "the most beautiful and fas- 
cinating," Mangan himself tells us, that he had ever met. According to his 
own version of the story she received his advances favorably and gave him 
every reason to hope. John Mitchell, who had every opportunity of know- 
ing the truth, says, "By a rare accident ha penetrated into a sphere of 
life higher and more refined than any his poor lot had revealed to him. He 
was on terms of visiting in a house where there were three sisters, one 
of them beautiful spirituelle and a coquette. The old story was here once 
more enacted in due order. Paradise opened before him: the imaginative 
and passionate soul of a devoted boy bent in homage before an enchantress. 
She received it, was pleased with it, even encouraged it and stimulated 
it by various arts known to that class of persons, until she was fully and 
proudly conscious of her absolute power over one other gifted and noble 
nature — then with cold surprise as wondering that he could be guilty of 
such a foolish presumption, she exercised her undoubted prerogative and 
whistled him down the wind. His air paradise was suddenly a darkness 
and a chaos. He never loved and hardly paid any attention to any woman 
forevermore." Mangan himself tells us that he introduced a friend to the 
lady and that it was for this friend that he was so ignominiously rejected. 
Perhaps it was this sad blow he was thinking when he wrote: 

I saw her once on earth awhile and then no more. 
Twas Eden's light on earth awhile and then no more. 
Amid the throng she passed along the meadow floor; 
Spring seemed to smile on earth awhile and then no more; 
But whence she came, which way she went, what garb she wore, 

He never recovered from this crushing sorrow. It was as it were his 
death-blow morally and physically. Gloom and despair once more settled 
down upon him with tenfold intensity and then as before he sought oblivion 
from his woes. His will, naturally weak, was rendered still weaker by 
his indulgence — like a De Quincey and Francis Thompson — in opium. 

The remainder of his life was not unlike that of other victims of 
the drug who were to attain to eminence in letters in later days. Those 
who know the story of De Quincey, Thompson, Poe or Ghatterton need be 
told but little of the last days of Clarence Mangan. 

To enter upon anything like a detailed review of Clarence Mangan's 
poems would be impossible within the limits of a 1 magazine article. His 
German Anthology is his best known work. Undoubtedly few have ever 
equalled him ; certainly none have ever surpassed him in his rendering of 
the German poets. As a translator he stands unrivalled. Indeed the word 
translation is scarcely applicable to some of his work, so far does it exceed 
the original in beauty of diction and graceful imagination. He improved and 
beautified everything that he touched. Of all his translations from the 
German, the palm, by common consent, is given to his rendering of Jean 


Paul Richter's prose, 'The New Year's Night of a Miserable Man." In 
many of his poems Mangan resembles the weird and gloomy magnificence 
of that other genius whose life is similar to his own. His so-called trans- 
lations from the Arabic, Persian and Turkish are in reality original poems, 
owing, like some of Father Prout's productions, their eastern flavor to 
his own rich imagination in reality he was not acquainted with any of the 
Oriental languages. Amongst some of his most beautiful translations from 
the German poets are, "Mignon's Song," "In the Wind," "The Last Word3 
of Al Hassan" and "The Dying Flower." His so-called Oriental translations, 
which are undoubtedly original, are very beautiful. 

The following lines from the "Karamanian Exile" may serve as an 
example of the eastern atmosphere he could assume: 

I see thee ever in my dreams, 

Thy hundred hills, thy thousand streams, 

Karaman, 0, Karaman. 
As when thy gold-bright morning gleams 
As when the deepening sunset seams 
With lines of light, thy hills and streams, 

So thou looniest on my dreams, 

Nightly loomest on my dreams, 

Karaman, 0, Karaman. 

"The time of the Barmacides" is also an exquisite example of Oriental 
setting : 

My eyes are filmed, my beard is gray, 

I am bowed with the weight of years. 
I would I were stretched on my bed of clay, 

With my long lost youth's compeers, 
For back to the post though the thought brings woe, 

My memory ever glides — 
To the old, old time long, long ago — 

The time of the barmecides. 
To the old, old time long, long ago — 

The time of the barmecides. 

Then youth as mine and a fierce wild will 

And an iron arm in war 
And a fleet foot high upon Ishkar's hill, 

When the watchlights glimmered afar 
And a barb as fiery as any I knew 

That Khoord or Beddaween rides, 
Ere my friends lay low, long, long ago 

In the time of the Barmecides, 
When hearts could glow, long, long ago 

In the time of the Barmecides. 


But by far the best of Mangan's poems were written for the University 
Magazine and for the "Nation." For the Nation especially his most bril- 
liant work was done, notably during the famine year. This was the period 
when he had reached the lowest possible depths of suffering and degrada- 
tion and it was precisely at this time that his genius soared highest. The 


verses are most racy of the soil and in fact one can trace in them the his- 
tory of Ireland's rise and fall. The pagan days before St. Patrick's advent, 
when the Gaels carried their swag to the gates of Rome, are well de- 
scribed in the expedition of King Dathy : 

So Dathy sailed way, away, 

Over the deep resounding sea, 
Sailed, with his hosts in armour gray, 

Over the deep resounding sea; 
Many a night, and many a day, 

And many an islet, conquered he, 
He and his hosts in armour gray. 
Till one bright morning at the base of the Alps in rich Ausonia's region. His men stood 
marshalled face to face with the mighty Roman legions. 

The dawn of Christianity in Ireland is portrayed in St. Patrick's hymn 
before Tara, Before the Assembled Kings": 

At Tara, today, in this awful hour, 
I call on the Holy Trinity; 
Glory to Him who reigneth in power, 
The God of the elements, Father and Son 
And Paraclete Spirit, which three are the one, 
The ever existing divinity. 
The eve of the invasion is pictured in his poem Kinkora, called after 
the famous palace of the Munster kings : 

where, Kinkora, is Brian the great, 

And where is the beauty that once was thine? 

where are the princes and nobles, that sate 
At the fasts in thy halls, and drank the red wine; 
Where, Kinkora? 

Its progress is well pictured in Cahal Mor of the wine red hand, a 
vision of Connaught in the Thirteenth Century : 

1 sought the hall 

I sought the hall 
And behold a change 
From light to darkness, from joy to woe! 
Kings, nobles, all 

Looked aghast and strange; 
The minstrel -group sate in dumbest show! 
Had some great crime 
Wrought this dread amaze, 
This terror? None seemed to understand! 
Twas,then the time, 
We were in the days, 
Of Cahal Mor of the Wind-red Hand. 

I again walked forth; 
But lo ! the sky 
Showed fleckt with blood, and an alien sunglared from the north, 

And there stood on lygh, 
Amid his shorn beams, a skeleton! 

The aftermath of the conquest is given in the fair hills of Eire, 0. : 

A noble tribe, moreover, are now the Hapless Gael 
On the fair hills of Erie O, 

A tribe in battle's hour, unused to shrink or fail, 


On the fair hills of Eire 0; 

For this is my lament, in bitterness outpoured, 
To see them slain or scattered by the Saxon sword, 

O woe of woes, to see a foreign spoiler horde, 

On the fair hills of Eire 0. 

HE DAWN OF THAT DESIRE for freedom, which is so much voiced in 
our day, wa.3 never better expressed than in Dark Rosaleen. The poem 
is supposed to have been written in the reign of Queen Elizabeth by one of 
the bardsi in the suite of Red Hugh O'Donnell. The chieftain addresses 
Ireland by the name of Dark Rosaleen, declaring his love for her, and his 
willingness to die, that she may regain her freedom. It is the incarnation 
of the modern spirit, so well expressed in the poems of Pearec, McDonough 
and Plunkett. 

my Dark Rosaleen, 

Do not sigh, do not weep; 

The Priests are on the ocean green, 

They march along the deep. 

After signifying that there was help from Spain, he goes on to say: 

Over hills and through dales 

Have I roamed for your sake, 
All yesterday I sailed with sails 

On river and on lake; 
The Erne, at its highest flood, 

I dashed across unseen, 
For there was lightning in my blood, 

My Dark Rosaleen, 

My jown Rosaleen. 
Oh! there was lightning in my blood, 
Red lightning through my blood, 

My own Rosaleen. 

Over dews, over sands, 

Will I fly for your weal, 
Your holy delicate white hands 

Shall girdle me with steel, 
At home, in your Emerald bowers, 

From morning's dawn till een, 
You'll pray for me, my flower of flowers, 

My Dark Rosaleen. 

0, the Erne shall run red 

With redundance of blood, 
The earth shall shake beneath our tread, 

And flames wrap hill and wood, 
And gun peal, and slogan cry, 

Wake many a glen serene, 
Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die, 

My aDrk Rosaleen, 

My own Rosaleen. 
The judgment hour must first be nigh, 
Ere you can fade, ere you can die, 

My Dark Rosaleen, 

Such is the history of this poet of self determination. It is a paradox, 
indeed, that one so versed in foreign lore, who could be a Dervish among 



the Turks, a Bursch among- the Germans, a Scald among* the Danes, an 
Improvisatore in Italy, should be the most Irish of Ireland's poets. Unlike 
Moore and others, he is untainted by Saxon atmosphere. The spirit that 
filled his soul was passed on to the poets of the revolution through one who, 

When boyhood's fire was in his blood, 

Had read of ancient freemen, 
For Greece and Rome, who bravely stood 

Three hundred men and three men, 
And then had prayed, he yet might see 

His fetters rent in twain, 
And Ireland, long a province be, 

A nation once again. 

G. P., A.B. '22. 


Has %t A ^<?ro? 

DANIEL J. CASEY, B.S.. '22. 

that I renewed a speaking acquaintance with Henry Toliver, 
a boy whom I had known before the war. He had just returned 
from France with the Forty-second, or Rainbow Division, where 
he had served in the 167th Infantry, which goes to help make 
up the 42nd Division. He had served as a private in Company C, and had 
been "over the top" several times, he told me; until one day the "shave- 
tail" in command of his platoon asked for someone who knew something 
of office work to act as company clerk. It was while serving in the) ca- 
pacity of company clerk that he received his citations and decorations, and 
I was naturally curious to know how a company clerk could distinguish 
himself by an act of bravery, so I asked him to tell me the story about his 
heroism. He replied with the following story : 

"Our division, regiment and company was in the Saint Mihiel sector 
at the time, and, believe me, it was no quiet sector. There was hardly a 
moment but that you could hear a whiz-bang or a Bertha explode some- 
where close by, which was a way the Germans had of letting us know 
that they were very much awake. At one time the Germans had put over 
a gas bombardment that lasted 48 hours, closely followed up by an attack, 
so you can see our hands were full. I can see our men now, as they came 
out of the trenches to meet the enemy. They fought like mad men against 
terrible odds and by their brave action repelled the foe and helped to de- 
cide the fate of Germany, for at this time the Allies changed from a de- 
fensive to an offensive war and from then on it was merely a race to 
keep up with the Germans in their retreat. 

"One afternoon in the month of September, about four o'clock, I 
was banging away at my typewriter, writing out some very important or- 
ders. This typewriter and myself were in a bomb-proof dug-out that 
served as an office. The thickness of the walls of this dug-out probably 
accounts for my ability to hear the gas alarm that sounded at this time 
out in the listening post close by. 

"As I sat at my typewriter, quite unaware of my impending danger, 
who should come in but the officer of the day, on his rounds to report 
anyone who had not until this time adjusted his gas mask (failure to heed 
the gas alarm is punishable by court martial). 'Why haven't you got 
your mask on ?' he cried as he stepped in the door of the dug-out. 

"Well, what could I say? I knew that if I did not give a reasonable 
excuse I would be subject to court martial. I replied on instinct, 'Sir 1 , 
these orders are important and must be gotten out.' 

"He was dumbfounded at my reply and for a moment said noth- 
ing. He reached the door of the dug-out before he returned a word, then 
as he was about to leave, as if on second thought he turned and made this 
short reply, 'I'll remember you for this/ and then left. 

"He did remember me, but to my surprise it was a medal, instead of a 
court martial. He had misunderstood my act for an act of bravery and 


had put in a recommendation for me to be given the D. S. C. 

"About a month after this, our division had a big review. One after 
the other the different regiments of infantry and field artillery passed 
in review before the reviewing officers. It was a wondrful sight to see 
those fine looking men march and they were at their best this day because 
General Pershing, and General Foch were reviewing. After the great re- 
view came the biggest moment in my life, when out before the whole di- 
vision along with many other lucky men, I was decorated for distinguished 
bravery while in active duty at my post, which was at my typewriter. 

"General Foch kissed me on the cheek and pinned a Croix de Guerre 
on my blouse, saying something in French that I did not understand, but 
nevertheless made me feel very good. General Pershing did likewise, sub- 
stituting an American hand shake for the kiss, a Distinguished Service 
Cross for the Croix de Guerre and a 'good boy' in English for the words 
in French. 

"After the ceremony was finished the general read out my citation, 
which ran something like this, 'On October 4th, 1918, Henry Toliver, Ser- 
geant Company C, 167th United States Infantry, Forty-Second Division, 
for distinguished service in active duty is awarded the Distinguished Serv- 
ice Cross. While on duty September 14th, 1918, Sergeant Toliver, acting 
as company clerk, stayed on his post at typewriter, writing important or- 
ders during a gas bombardment, never taking the time to put on gas mask 
until the officer of the day forced him to do so under threat of court 
martial.' " 

'Jjtr Attgulua 

Down near Mobile in Gulfcoast plain we find 

A halo crowned hill. Beloved spot ! 

The Appalachian footstool laved for aye 

By Mexico's enduring tides. On crest 

Pine-clad, the sunshine kisses life 

Through all the years, sweet shrubs and vines and bloom, 

That so the woodland breeze might carry through 

The days and night their God sent proofs of love ; 

And crouching midst luxuriant growth behold | 

A spring of purest water rushes out 

To spread itself into a crystal lake, 

A hundred feet and more it lies above 

The level of the sea, and gives to man 

And beast, to plant and bird refreshment keen ; 

Its wooded lands magnolia bowed throughout, 

Azalea blazoned gardens rare, a most 

Entrancing sight. But 'tis when spring alight* 

That bud and bird, and skies unite to make 

This beautious place appears a smile of God. 

When winter wraps in raiment sere this land, 

And moonlight falls on mounds thereby, where sleep 

Those grand and noble men whose lives meant one 

Long sacrifice for good of souls — above 

The dust of great Loyola's sons reigns calm. 

And peace, for which the world may truly sigh. 

— K. A. Robert. 


E. STRAUSS, A.B. '19. 

T IS VERY EVIDENT from current literature that Spiritism 
and other forms of occultism are gaming the interest and atten- 
tion of the public more and more every day. Rigged in a new 
garb, this science, old as the world itself, has by its novelty won 
an immense following in late years. Since the war this number 
has increased, and today it counts among its votaries such emi- 
nent men as Conan Doyle, Sir W. Barret, Sir Oliver Lodge, Mr. Arthur Hill 
and hundreds of others of international fame. To the uninitiated we had bet- 
ter explain what this system means. Spiritism is the name properly given 
to the belief that the living can and do communicate with the spirits of 
those departed. This will be easily distinguished from the philosophical 
doctrine of spiritualism, which holds that there is a spiritual order of be- 
ings no less real than the material. Besides the communication with the 
dead spiritism has taken on a religious phase and claims to prove the pre- 
amble of all religions — the existence of a spiritual world — and to establish a 
world wide religion in which the adherents of the various traditional faiths 
may unite. Such then is the trend of modern spiritism, but what are its 
basic principles ? The phenomena observed at the seances, such as rapping, 
moving of objects, apparition of spirits, decreasing and increasing in weight 
of the medium, all these have stood scientific test. Sir Godfrey Raupert, 
perhaps the greatest living authority on the subject, says, "It is an es- 
tablished fact that under certain circumstances and by means of certain 
practices phenomena occur which are abnormal in character and which are 
clearly seen to be due to the action of conscious and independent spirit 
agencies. The evidence for this has in recent years become so varied and 
abundant that the most skeptical of modern scientists have been compelled 
to abandon their attitude of reserve and to admit the fact." 

Now that the communication is established, the question naturally 
arises as to who are those spirits. The spiritualist have never yet proven the 
identity of these beings, despite many attempts to do so, and as the bur- 
den of the proof lies with them, we shall confine ourselves to the question, 
"Are they for good or evil?" 

In an explanatory addendum inserted in the tenth edition of "Ray- 
mond," Sir Oliver Lodge, replying to certain criticisms, remarks: 

One difficulty which good people feel about allowing themselves to take comfort 
from the evidence is the attitude of the church. I have no wish to shirk the ecclesias^ 
tical point of view. But I must claim that science can pay no attention to ecclesitical 
notice boards. 

Occasionally the accusation is made that the phenomena we encounter arq the 
work of devils, and we are challenged to say how we know they are not of evil char- 
acter- To that the only answer is the ancient one, "By their fruits." I will not elab- 
orate it. St. Paul gives a long list of the fruits of the spirit. 

Taking Sir Oliver at his word, I shall prove from the testimony of 
spiritualists themselves that so far from the fruits of spiritism being chan- 


ty, joy, peace, etc., as enumerated by Saint Paul, they are just the opposite. 
Arranging itself under two headings the proposition would run : 

I. In these attempts to communicate, influences are encountered 
which are directly evil and malignant. 

II. The communications themselves are deceptive and unreliable. 

With regard to the first point, none of the more representative spirit- 
ualists question the reality of these unpleasant communicators. Mr. Stan- 
ton Moses, looked upon by Sir Oliver Lodge and the leaders of the movement 
as "a medium above suspicion," in his "Spirit Teachings," a classic edited 
by the London Spiritualist Alliance, calls these influences "the foes of God 
and man, enemies of goodness, ministers of evil." He does not call these 
evil beings devils, but looks upon them as the souls of men once on earth 
that have been "low in taste, impure in habit," souls which are "not changed 
save in the accident of being freed from the body, but "they have banded 
themselves together under the leadership of intelligence still more evil to 
malign us." Such are the words of one of their main authorities. In an- 
other work he admits that the spirits that are least progressive, least spir- 
itual, are more ready to communicate with this world. He admits that 

"The mediums' nerves are shattered; he is open to the assaults of all the malicious, 
tricky spirits that his vocation brings him in contact with, and as a consequence he 
is in gTevious peril of moral, mental or physical deterioration. Then comes the neces- 
sary sequel tempation, obsession, fraud, etc." 

We are free to believe that Stainton Moses was either (1) a fraud or 
(2) that he was honestly deluded, or (3) that his communications with the 
other world were genuine. But Conan Doyle and Sir Oliver Lodge hold 
the third opinion, therefore we can say to them, "On your own showing the 
medium is beset with spirits who are malignant, depraved, cunning and un- 
truthful. You admit that there is danger. The evil is certain; 1 the good 
problematical. Surely then it is wise on the church's part to order us to 
abstain from such communications." 

Nor is Stainton Moses the only spiritualist who speaks in this strain. 
Judge Edmonds, in his book, "Spiritualism," holds much the same language, 
and Mrs. Travers Smith, daughter of the late Professor Dowden, in her 
"Voice From the Void," believes with her friend. Sir William Barret, that 
"spiritism reveals the existence of some mysterious power which may be 
of a more or less malignant character," and that "it is necessary to be on 
our guard against the invasion of our will by a lower order of intelligence 
and morality." 

With regard to our second point there is even more to say. The most 
convinced believers admit the difficulty of determining how much is true 
in the messages received, whether they come through automatic writing 
or through voice mediums or by means of raps, or other code of signals. 
At least four intelligences are concerned in the process. First, the spirit 
communicating; secondly, the control or intermediary spirit; thirdly, the 
medium herself, who materializes the message by voice or writing, and, 
fourthly, we have the sitter or sitters who ask questions. From this com- 
plisity there must result grave danger of what Sir Oliver Lodge convenient- 
ly calls "sophistication." In plainer words, the message is likely to be dis- 
colored or twisted. Even in "Raymond" there is mention of "Silly spirits 


who wanted to have a game," i. e., masking or impersonating spirits who 
deliberately set out to mislead. 

Mr. Stainton Moses devotes whole chapters to the difficulty of unmask- 
ing those spirits who "from mischievous design frequent circles, counterfeit 
manifestations and give erroneous and misleading information." Conan 
Doyle admits in the "New Revolution" the "foolish nature of many of these 
messages and the absolute falsehood of some." Mrs. Travers Smith, who 
obtained the well known messages from Sir Hugh Lane after the Lusitania 
tragedy, gives one specific instance of a clear case of deception. 

At a seance a spirit named Peter Rooney made his appearance. He claimed to 
be an Irish-American who had been killed by a tram car in Boston. Inquiries were made 
and the tale was found to be a fabrication. On being upbraided he replied that he had 
no idea of being known and had adopted this name as it was as good as any other. 

Another clear case was that practiced on Madame Dupard, a Swiss 
Protestant. She patronized a lad named Rudolph. He fell under the influence 
of the saintly Don Bosco and was about to join his order. She tried to dis- 
suade him, but one day she received by automatic writing news of his death. 
Details came daily for a week in the same automatic script. At the end of 
that time she received a letter from the lad himself, proving that far from 
being dead, he was in perfectly sound health. 

Judge Hascall, an American spiritualist and a member of congress, 
had a similar experience. While at Washington he received communication 
of the death of one of his family, but on writing home found it was false. 

A letter appeared in "The Medium" some years ago, written by one 
of the spiritualists, which again clearly proves our point, as it complains in 
strongest language of the falsity of all the information imparted at the 
seances the writer had been at. If such, according to the testimony of the 
spiritualists themselves, is the unreliability of spiritualistic communications 
in matters of minor import, how careful should we be in following the 
church's advice and abstaining from seeking through such channels the so 
lution of the most profound mysteries of man's existence and destiny? 

®1?£ Bag* QU»at Mm 

WHERE is the South's once boasted chivalry, 
Those days when men and women debonair 
Lived gentle lives and true, which, everywhere, 
Endeared and blest them with nobility? 

Where those old days ? All fled too rapidly. 
Though New Orleans is still surpassing fair 
And quaint cathedral watches Jackson Square; — 
Where's Taylor? Beauregard? The peerless Lee? 

The Southland reigns no longer as of old ; 
Bejewelled Business throngs her storied ways, 
Where once her noble sons, who slighted gold, 
Walked leisurely. The old regime decays: 
Its old-time glories now lie stark and cold! 
Where is the grandeur of those yesterdays? 

Man Butt Ami 
* ♦ 


ITH A WORLD-WEARY SIGH OF RELIEF, as of one who had 

swiftly fled from a slapstick, pie-slinging picture comedy to seek 
solace in the more joyous shrills of nature, J. Ferdinand Whitney 
stepped from his thousand-dollar speedster and hastened over 
the rocks. His step betrayed three-tenths flight, and, the other 
seven, well, just pure anxiousness to reach some end. Yes, a 
peculiar "end" for one so endowed with wealth and social position ; for, it 
was none other than a lonely, rustic seat on the edge of a steep precipice 
which frowned upon the Atlantic ocean. Here Whitney made himself com- 
fortable and with another sigh, set himself to watching the moonlight play 
on the waters. What a relief to get away from that boresome, conventional 
"society !" He laughed when he recalled the look of surprise on his hostess' 
countenance as he excused himself. That excuse, though frail, had never- 
theless worked, which was well enough. Now, let nature's society do its best. 
A footstep scattered some loose gravel. Whitney turned and recognized 
the approaching figure. "Welcome, friend," he called and then made room 
on the bench for a man clad poorly. "I am glad to see you again." "Yes, 
companion-lover of nature," the man answered, "it is I that am glad I 
found you tonight. But it is yet with a heavy heart." "What, still try- 
ing?" Whitney exclaimed. Here was a true man. He had met him just at 
this same place, and from the first, by his knowledge of Latin, Greek 
and English, knew him to be no lowly vagabond. It was splendid to hear 
this unusual Frenchman speak with the readiness of his countrymen. 
His was a smooth flow of poorly accented yet beautifully expressed 
English, and Ferdinand was surprised and delighted at his elocutionary 
ability. It was the spoken expression from an unburdened conscience, a 
free manly soul, ever thanking and praising God and His works. Now, 
though much beyond the prime of life, he regretted nearly to tears, his 
inability to aid his France in her trouble. Jean L. possessed too much sense 
to overrate his physical power at his age. Ferdinand wondered at such an 
intellect, which Jean claimed modestly and with apologies to be mostly the 
result of training. "In my youth, over in France," he had told Whitney, 
"a good Father taught me the elementary parts of Latin and Greek. Then 
all Catholic priests were expelled by the government. There my education 
would have stopped, but I continued my studies alone and liked them. As 
for the English, I have just picked that up during my ten years! in this 
country." Surely, here was a man of uncommon qualities, who, no doubt, 
would have risen high in life had he but chosen to do so. What a good com- 
panion he was ! He is getting too old for manual labor. Then — why that is 
a good idea ! Fred turned around and faced Jean L. with such abruptness 
that he startled his friend. "Jean," he said, "my father left me in the old 
home a rather large library. It was his hobby, and I have had a good 
deal of trouble keeping it as he would like. Now, if you would be so kind — *' 
"Monsieur Whitney" — "Jean, haven't we been good friends now for 
nearly a month?" Fred interrupted. "Call me Fred." "Well, Fred," Jean 
began again, "I understand your generosity. But I am not going to impose 


on you by taking advantage of it." "Come, Jean. We have been calling each 
other friends, now it is up to you to live up to your words. It is not gen- 
erosity, but friendship I am offering you. The big old house has been pret- 
ty lonely since father died six years ago." Fred turned away and sat with 
bowed head. "What good times we used to have, father and I " he con- 
tinued after a pause, "spending the long evenings by the warm glow of the 
hearth fire. Please, Jean, you can be companion and librarian as you are 
now my friend." The burly Frenchman chuckled inwardly at the idea of his 
coarse, calloused hands caring for priceless books. Yet no laugh nor even a 
smile escaped his lips to injure his young friend. He could not doubt the 
earnestness and sincerity of the request, and the temptation of good com- 
panionship, not that of living with wealth and in comfort, was what prompt- 
ed his acquiescence. Jean L. was not the man to claim that the world owed 
him a living. Hence, this was how Jean came to live with Fred, and the 
second chair in front of the hearth fire was occupied again. Both were emi- 
nently pleased with the plan. But Whitney did not entirely separate him- 
self from the outer world. He divided his time between them. A short space 
of time elapsed. Fred noticed that, though happy and contented with his 
surroundings, Jean continued to mourn for France. One night Whitney re- 
turned late from his club exuberant in spirit with a new sparkle in his eyes. 
"Jean," he exclaimed, "I am going to join old Uncle Sam's army. The boys 
at the club came to the conclusion tonight that the United States' eventual 
entry into the great war can no longer be doubted. So a bunch of us, anxious 
to get on the front row, are going to take advantage of the first officers' 
training camp, which is to open soon." That new and strong aid was to 
be sent to France was a source of the greatest delight to Jean ; but — "Oh, 
yes, Jean," said Whitney, "you've just got to stick by me now. You will 
take charge of the house and I think I had better leave my important pa- 
pers in your hands also. Tomorrow, we'll draw up the papers and I'll give 
you power of attorney over them." "Monsieur, you are entrusting a great 
deal to me. Do you think I am capable?" "Oh, certainly, Jean. I have all 
the faith in the world in you. Father invested practically all of his money 
in the International Importers, Inc. Now, I possess a large majority of 
the preferred stock, which pays nice dividends, but you'll see by the check 
books I have been rather extravagant. However, with me in the army, that 
should allow the bank account to swell up again. So all you'll have to do, 
Jean, is to keep a watchful eye on the papers and deposit the income ; and, 
of course, you are to use whatever is necessary for your comfort and for 
keeping the house in shipshape." A week later saw Fred bidding goodbye 
to Jean. "Take good care of yourself." he told the Frenchman. "I leave 
everything at your discretion. You'll keep in touch with me, won't you?" 
"Certainly, my dear young friend, certainly, and with all my heart," Jean 
answered. "You may trust me." The train pulled out and once more he 
was lonely. He felt more like a father who had sent his son off to war, 
than merely a friend saying goodbye to a friend. Three months, and out of 
the army machine Fred came, smiling and with a second lieutenant's com- 
mission. He was next sent to a large training camp, where he proved his 
metal by winning a first lieutenancy. Then came the day when he stood on 
the deck of a transport and watched America disappear below the horizon. 


The months that followed saw the exchange of many letters between 
the two friends. Fred had seen action and Jean glowed with pride. But late- 
ly Fred had received no letters from Jean. Two months and still no letters. 
What could be wrong? His friend had always spoken favorably of condi- 
tions at home. Still, he had a feeling that something had gone amiss. One 
day, while on leave, he picked up at a "hut" an old paper from the States. 
An article on the front page attracted his attention. 

"International Importers, Inc., bankrupt. One of the richest before the 
war incorporations suffers bankruptcy, due to great losses in ships, decline 
in business and the financial condition of the countries with which it traded. 
The greatest, etc." 

This then offered a solution. Poor old Jean must have felt pretty badly 
to see all that money go. Over a million ! Well, he still had a few thousand 
in a bank, but it was a great loss, a terrible loss to him. He had come from 
the "front" to rest, and now he must go back with an added sorrow, an- 
other burden. In his mind he agreed with Sheridan, but outwardly, he was 
the same Lieutenant Whitney, only more pensive. However, November 
11, 1918, brought a change in his spirits. What did he care now about the 
money ? It was enough that the war was over and he was going home. But 
it was four months before Fred boarded a transport for the returned voy- 
age. To him the ship was a snail, in his desire to reach home. What would 
the good old U. S. A. look like now? The home, the home town? At last 
land rose above the horizon from out of the west. The time required for dis- 
embarking and transporting to a camp only added to Fred's anxiety. How- 
ever, he managed to get a short leave, and lost no time in reaching the 
home town. A taxi sped through the streets in obedience to his directions. 
He could look up all his friends later, but now he must find Jean, see the 
home, and learn something about the misfortune. Would the old home still 
be there? Would Jean be there? He must find why he had not written 
at least about the bankruptcy. The taxi stopped. Fred got out, satisfied 
himself that the house was still intact, paid the driver and entered the gar- 
dens. He noticed with pleasure that they had been well kept. The front 
door opened for him and inside stood Jean. A warm welcome and greetings 
ensued. "Jean, old man," Fred exclaimed, "why haven't you written to me 
for the last six months ?" "Why certainly, Fred, I wrote to you many times. 
Did you not get my letters about the International Importers ?" "Yes, yes, 
that is, no, I did not get any. But what about them ?" "Well," Jean answered, 
"some time ago, I accidently found out that they were secretly smuggling 
for our enemies ; then, Monsieur, I hope you'll forgive, I took a great liberty. 
I sold everyone of your shares for above par, and now they are invested 
in various Liberty Loan Bonds." "What?" Fred almost shouted. "Why, 
Jean, you are a genius !" 


(Two Aspects.) 


The moon, like a praying nun, 

Glides tip-toed through the dim cloistral night; 

The silver stars like votive lamps 

Before enshrined saints, 

Burn sweetly solemnly on every side. 

How holy, how soul-lifting is night. 


night ! 

What man can truly carve thy beauties, 

Sculpturing thy white stars ; what limner 

Steal yon glory of pale moon ? 

Who Ophelia-like sad-wanders, 

Scattering her star-flowers 


Over thy purple ways, 


^r. c. 

InuiB ftoafritr 

3. THOMPSON, A.B. '23. 

The more I know the more nearly does my faith approach that of the Breton 
peasant. Could I but know it all, my faith would doubtless equal even that of the 
Brp+rm nfiasant woman — Pasteur. 

OUIS PASTEUR, one of the most striking figures of the Nine- 
teenth Century science, dug deep into the depths of the sciences 
of physics, chemistry, biology, medicine and surgery, leaving 
signs and land marks that represent great advances. His labors 
altered the entire aspect of biology and medicine, especially those 
J| part? of it that pertain to the cure and treatment of practically 
all diseases. 

He has received the just reward that the people of this age and gen- 
eration owe him. His was the life of the modest and sincere scientist who 
realizes that in the midst of great discoveries, he is only on the edge! of 
truth and whose desire is to gain the vast knowledge that lies in the world 
beyond his grasp. 

Pasteur's monument, erected as a mark of appreciation and gratitude 
for the good he has done the world, is an institution for the everlasting pur- 
suance of his favorite studies and for the care of those poor souls suffer- 
ing from the diseases in the investigation of which he spent the major part 
of his life. 

His ashes were gently laid away in this Institute Pasteur and indeed 
they find a very appropriate resting place in the beautiful chapel situated 
just below the main entrance a little lower than the ground floor, which 
seems to form the main part of the building. 

Above the entrance to the chapel are the words : "Happy the man who 
bears within him a divinity, as ideal of beauty and obeys it ; an ideal of art ; 
an ideal of science, an ideal of country, an ideal of the virtues of the gospel," 
— his famous confession of faith. 

Littre was the greatest living positivist of his day, but Louis Pasteur 
rises far above the merely positive — the spiritual point of view appeals to 
him and other — worldliness helps to elevate the human motives that held 
so much for Littre. Higher motives and ideals dominated Pasteur's life 
and actions. 

It is said that a state of constant and unappeasable warfare exists 
between science and religion. Surely if it does exist at all, it is only in the 
minds of those who are struggling to attain the heights of greatness, and 
not in those broad, far seeing minds of the men who have reached the zenith 
of fame in the two branches. Faraday, the great scientist of the early 
part of the century, at a lecture at the Royal Academy of Sciences, in Eng- 
land, said : "I do not name God here because I am lecturing on experimental 
science. But the notion of respect for God comes to my mind by ways as 
sure as those which lead us to physical truth." At the end of the century 
the monument erected in commemoration of a great scientist was a chapel 
on the altar of which the sacrifice of the mass is offered on Pasteur anni- 

On the walls of the chapel are the scientific triumphs of the genius 


whose ashes rest so peacefully there. They are the following great ad- 
vances in science: 

Molecular Dissymetry. 


So Called Spontaneous Generation. 

Diseases of Silk Worms. 

Virulent Microbic Diseases. 

Prophylaxis of Rabies. 
Pasteur was a born chemist. In the time intervening between 1840 
and 1850 organic chemistry was just coming to its own. Discoveries that 
could never be made before nor since were made possible then. Pasteur was 
a student at the Ecole Normale, in Paris. He was intensely interested in 
the one main topic of the day — the internal constitution of molecules and 
the arrangement of atoms in substances which, while composed of exactly 
the same substances, have very different properties. This subject is a 
basic problem in chemistry and is to this day a very interesting and at- 
tractive scientific mystery. It was announced that certain salts, the 
tartrates and paratartrates of soda and ammonia had the same physical, 
and many of the same chemical, properties ; the only difference being that 
the tartrates, when dissolved in water, caused the plane of polarized light 
to rotate, while the paratartrates had no such effect. 

Pasteur was in doubt as to the authenticity of the assertion and after 
many years he came to the conclusion that the partartrate was composed 
of two different groups of crytals, one group of which turned the plane of 
polarization to the right, the other to the left, thus neutralizing each other, 
and causing the paratartrate to have no influence on a beam of polarized 
light. Pasteur's ideas as to the dissymetry of crystals were confirmed and 
a great scientific advance resulted. 

After this discovery, Pasteur became involved in labors that were to 
require all his time and energy, and which were of great importance to 
France. He investigated the processes called fermentation, up to this time 
considered merely chemical. He proved that butter became rancid and 
milk sour because of the fact that minute living cells, called ferments, grew 
in the milk and butter. 

Pasteur offered the same explanation for the origin of vinegar, but 
Liebig, the great chemist of that day, opposed this assertion strongly. He 
admitted the existence of ferments, but said they were nitrogenous com- 
pounds in unstable equilibrium as regards the composition, and with a 
special tendency to undergo change when exposed to the aitf or the free 
oxygen. Theodore Schwann believed that they had their origin only in 
previous cells of the species and that fermentation could not go on without 
their being present. 

Pasteur's explanation of fermentation greatly weakened the belief of 
those who held any stock in spontaneous generation and he proceeded to 
show, that, if all signs of livelihood were done away with in organic sub- 
stances, living being never originated in them unless living seeds from the 
air were admitted to them. 

Robert Boyle said that unless the nature of ferments and fermentation 
was perfectly interpreted, the study of disease and fever would never be 


thoroughly understood. It seems strange, then, that the very man who 
was so well acquainted with ferments and fermentation, was destined to 
be the first to discover the mystery and origin of contagious diseases. 

He started work on the investigation of contagious diseases by look- 
ing into the plague that affected the silk worm and was ruining the silk 
industry of France, in 1850. Once a colony of silk worms was affected 
with the malady the only resource was to get eggs of an unaffected race 
of worms of some foreign country. The descendants of these soon became 
infected and again a new supply of good eggs had to be purchased. Much 
suffering was caused by the failing silk industry and the most careful in- 
vestigation failed to reveal any way of stopping the disease. 

In 1863 the French minister of agriculture agreed to give 500,000 
francs to an Italian investigator who was supposed to have found a cure 
for the disease, providing the remedy had the desired effect. The offer 
failed. In 1865 the worth of the weight of silk cocoons had! declined so 
very much that a loss amounting to 100,000,000 francs yearly was the re- 

Pasteur showed that the silk worm was affected with not only one, 
but two diseases, namely, pebrine and flacherie. The only prevention for 
these diseases wasi to buy unaffected eggs and never allow them to ac- 
quire the malady. 

The work and worry of these investigations almost ended the great 
scientist's life, for he suffered from an attack of paralysis, from which he 
never entirely recovered, for he was always somewhat lame. After this 
attack the chance to make a severe test of preventing silk worm diseases 
presented itself and the test was made at the home of the Imperial French 
Prince. Pasteur was given the jurisdiction of that part of the estate that 
constituted the silk industry. As the result of his labors, the profit de- 
rived from the sale of cocoons amounted to 26,000,000 francs. 

Next the great scientist discovered a prevention for a disease which 
so sorely affected domestic animals at that time — a disease known as 
splenic fever or anthrax. He also produced shortly afterwards a preven- 
tion for chicken cholera. 

However, the strain of his work proved too much for him for a series 
of apopleptic attacks seized him which for a time threatened to stop for- 
ever his scientific career. Upon his convalescing it was an exceptionally 
hard task to keep him from returning to his labors in the laboratory where 
he longed to resume his work on his experiments regarding the prevention 
and cure of diseases. His one ambition was to prevent, or at least reduce 
the magnitude of the sufferings of the human race and any time not en- 
gaged in this enterprise seemed lost to the great scientist. 

After his recovery he devoted all his time to the study of human dis- 
eases, the exception to this being the time devoted to his studies on beer. 
He wanted to improve French beer so that it would surpass the beer pro- 
duced by Germany, but through prudent and probably other means, the 
German brewing concerns made better use of these improvements than did 
the French people, and Pasteur was disappointed. 

After this disappointment Pasteur devoted himself and his time en- 
tirely to the study of the microbic diseases of man. The greatest triumph 


he scored probably was that regarding rabies, or, as it is more commonly 
called, hydrophobia. Despite the fact that the germ of the disease was 
exceptionally hard to find and the nature of the disease most peculiar, he 
discovered, or rather he succeeded in producing, a syrum that would protect 
those bitten by rabid dogs, from the disease. 

The greatest German bacteriologist opposed the treatment bitterly, 
but wherever it was introduced death and sicknesses resulting from bites 
of mad animals were greatly reduced. Its value was appreciated in Rus- 
sia, in Hungary, and in Great Britain, where the British government took 
it up for use in the Indian army. Finally the German government acknowl- 
edged its value and announced the intention of treating all persons bitten 
by rabid animals by the Pasteur method. 

Pasteur's last serious source of opposition was removed when a Pas- 
teur Institute was opened in connection with the Berlin University. 

It is said that geniuses are often neglected by their contemporaries and 
associates — so it was with Pasteur. Though his genius finally was re- 
warded, it was after much opposition. He was the son of a poor Dole 
tanner and endowed with very superior intellectual powers, he rose to the 
level of the world's greatest scientist. His funeral procession was a pageant 
in which all French officials felt honored to take part. Never before had 
it fallen to the lot of one without a family, political or ecclesiastical in- 
fluence to have such honors as were heaped upon the great scientist Pasteur. 

It was not only at the time of his death that Pasteur was honored. 
When the question of the erection of a Pasteur institute arose, contributions 
were received from every part of the world. The Czar of Russia, Alexander 
II, and Dom Pedro II, Emperor of Brazil, even honored the great scientist 
by visits to his laboratory. 

The busts of these two men and those of Baroness Hirsch, the world 
benefactress, and Albert Rotschield, of the great banking family, find 
suitable resting places in Pasteur's library. 

Pasteur the scientist is extremely interesting, but Pasteur the man 
is even more interesting. With all his praises and honors he was still the 
same simple, kind hearted man he was before he attained the height of 
greatness to which he rose. Some people picture him as cruel and hard 
hearted, saying he rejoiced in seeing small animals being dissected and 
operated upon for the purpose of furthering his scientific researches, but 
they are wrong. He never resorted to this unless some great benefit to 
mankind could be derived from it. He could not bear to witness the suf- 
fering of patients in hospitals and he even looked for some way to elimi- 
nate the pain inflicted by the small needle during the injections of hydro- 
phobia. His anxiety for the safety of those who received the injection was 



probably one of the causes of the collapse that shortened his life. 

Pasteur was more than devoted to his family. His children worshipped 
their father, as indeed he did them, and anything that would add to his 
comfort was readily given or done by them. 

Death had no mysteries for this great scientist and when his hour 
came he faced it with the simple confidence of a faithful Christian. For 
a long time he lay motionless, one hand resting in that of his wife,! the 
other, grasping lovingly, a crucifix. His last conscious glance was for his 
wife — his last conscious act a pressure on the divine image of his Re- 
deemer on the cross. 

Thus, on Saturday, September 28th, 1895, about five in the evening, 
the greatest scientist of the 19th century passed peacefully away. 

aty? g>prtttgl{ttltatt 

VOL. XII. DECEMBER, 1919. No. 2. 

Snarft of Btftara— 1319-20 


Editor-in-Chief: ED. A STRAUSS 
Junior Editor: E. BERRY 

Alumni Editor: H. MAHORNER College Locals: E. CASTAGNOS 

Exchange Editor: A. CASEY Chronicle: A. CROCI 


Business Manager: 
T. P. Diaz 
College Athletics: S. REYNAUD Circulation Manager; A. ROBICHAUX 

High School Athletics: A. HENRY Secretory: G. O'Connor, G. Flanigan Artist; D. STEWART 



There are many words which are ever music to the humar ear. One 
of these is peace. Today this word has a meaning it never had before. All 
creation desires it, but none more than man, and never did he desire it 
more than at present. For five long years he has sought it but in vain. 
Whilst every created thing possesses it, he alone, creation's lord, knows 
it not. Peace has been defined as the equilibrium of forces about a centre 
which controls them. The solar system simplifies this. There is peace in 
the material world. Nature possesses it everywhere, even in the tempest. 
Regarded from near or afar with microscope or telescope, she is ever tran- 
quil. Look above you. What more peaceful than the heavens? Look below 
you, -the earth has her storms, the sea her tempest, but all are regulated 
with mathematical tranquility. Penetrate beneath the depths and all is 
calm. * 

All creation is at peace and man is not. Externally the world is 
still at war in some places. Internally, we are no more at peace. Our in- 
tellect is disturbed, our hearts are troubled, families are divided, doctrines 
clash, class rages against class. Peace has not yet come. 

Two thousand years ago the angels sang, "Peace Unto Men." Poor 
humanity, where is that peace and why is it banished from the world? 
There is but one answer. Peace is the equilibrium of forces about a centre 
which controls them. God alone can control the forces of the human heart. 
If strife reigns amongst man, God is driven from among us. If there is dis- 



cord among the classes it is because they reckon not of Him. If contention 
obtains at the family hearth it is because God is banished there. 

Do we wish for peace among men? Bring God back to our hearts. 
Bring Him back to the home, to the school. Give Him that honor which is 
His due in the press and on the platform. Let the nations and classes re- 
spect His decrees. Then will be fulfilled those words of the angels of Beth- 
lehem, "And on earth peace to men." 

— M. Vickers, A.B. '19. 


A. J. CROCI, A. B. *28. 

Nov. 1. — College Eleven vs. Marion College at Marion. 
3. — Exhibition by Chemistry Class in K. of C. hut. 
5. — Lieut. T. King, S. J., speaks at college. 
7. — College Eleven vs. Auburn at Monroe Park. 
10. — Very Rev. Monsignor D. Savage visits Spring Hill. 

11. — High School Eleven vs. Poplarville High at Maxon Field. 
15. — College Eleven vs. Birmingham Southern at Monroe Park. 
22. — High School Eleven vs. Jackson at Jackson. 
22. — College Eleven vs. Alabama Medical College at Maxon Field. 
25. — Mr. Longfellow of the Red Cross gives an exhibition of live-^sav- 

27.— Full Holiday. 

College Eleven vs. Howard College at Monroe Park. 
Dec. 2. — Reorganization of R. 0. T. C. 

2. — Second Year High gives exhibition in K. of C. hut. 

7. — First basketball practice in Senior Division. 

8. — Full Holiday. Feast of the Immaculate Conception. Solemn High 

Mass celebrated in College Chapel. 
12. — First basketball practice in High School Division. 
17. — Football Banquet. 
19.— Football Night. 
20. — Students depart for Christmas vacation!. 



A. J. CROCI. A. B. '23. 

On Nov. 3, an interesting exhibition was rendered by 
EXHIBITIONS tne Chemistry Class of High School. For a class that 
has been studying Chemistry, for only a few months, 
they displayed unusual familiarity with the fundamen- 
tals of that science. The motto adopted by this class was "Ut Dei opera 

The exhibition held on Dec. 2 was a credit to the Second Year of High 
School. The program being of a varied nature, was entertaining as well 
as educational. The orchestra, as usual, was up to its old standard. A 
beautiful violin solo was rendered by one of the students. The class chose 
as their motto that famous saying of Theodore Roosevelt, "Don't flinch; 
Don't foul. But hit the line hard!" 

On Nov. 5, Lieut. Terence King, S. J., chaplain of the 
FATHER KING famous 18th Infantry, First Division, known as Per- 


spring HILL s hi n 2' s owr *> spoke in the college auditorium to the 
members of the faculty and students, giving them a 
brief history of the great European conflict. Father King isl recognized 
as one of the most famous of all the chaplains and wears five stars, in- 
cluding one silver star for bravery. His division was the only one 
awarded that famous decoration Fourragere. Father King was with the 
division from the time of its fight at Soissons until it reached Coblenz. 
He was with the division when it paraded in Washington and was detained 
there to write a history of that famous fighting unit. Father King was a 
member of the Spring Hill College faculty six or eight years ago, being 
professor of English and director of athletics. 

On Nov. 10, Spring Hill was honored by the visit of 
VISIT OF Very Rev. Monsignor D. Savage, who recently cele- 

M ° SAVAGE 1 D * brated his Sacerdotal Golden Jubilee at Montgomery. 
An informal reception in the K. of C. hut was held in 
his honor. The hall and stage were beautifully decorated with palms and 
the college colors. 

The address of welcome was delivered by Edward Strauss, and a 
eulogistic poem was rendered by Marion Vickers. (Monsignor Savage re- 
plied briefly, mentioning his early days at Spring Hill. 


A touching incident which will linger long in the mem- 


,.„„„„ . XTCS „ n tr^ n ory of the students and visitors who witnessed it, was 

VrjlEjKAINo riOJNUK . . „ -in. v. i 1 n t 

R. semmes *he confering of a medallion on Raphael Semmes, by 
the members of the Raphael Semmes Chapter of the 
United Confederate Veterans. Young Semmes, who is a student at Spring 
Hill, is the great grandson of Admiral Raphael Semmes. 

An honor guard composed of Spring Hill Cadets met the old grizzled 
warriors of the sixties at the front entrance, and escorted them to the 
Senior Campus. After the medallion was pinned on Raphael Semmes' 
breast, Capt. Daly of the Veterans spoke of the historical events connected 
with Spring Hill during the Civil war. The ceremony ended with a rebel 
yell by the veterans. 

On Nov. 11, the Spring Hill Cadet Corps took part in the 
ARMISTICE parade celebrating the anniversary of the signing of 
PARADE. the Armistice. The Cadets made a fine showing in 

their new uniforms, and were greeted with great ap- 
plause by the throngs of people who witnessed the parade. 

The first meeting of the Portier Literary Society was 

LITERARY heId on Nov ' 30 ' under the direction of Rev. Fr. Bar- 
SOCIETT. land, its new Moderator. Many new members were ad- 

mitted and at a later meeting the following officers 

were elected: Edward Strauss, President; George Skinner, Secretary; 

Marion Vickers, Censor. 

On Dec. 1, the Senior Band held its first practice in 
the K. of C. hut, under the direction of Mr. Yancey, S. 


„ Awn J. Although the band as 1 yet has not made many ap- 

pearances, we are sure that it will come up to and sur- 
pass all our expectations. 


when it does. 

On Nov. 25, Mr. Longfellow of the Red Cross life-saving 
LIFE-SAVING chapter, gave a practical exhibition, before the assem- 
EXHIBITION. bled students in the college natatorium, of the most 

modern methods of rescuing drowning persons. Stu- 
dents of the college assisted him in demonstrating. He spoke of the many 



benefits that could be derived if a Life-Saving Corps were organized at 
the College. 

On December 2, the Commandant, finding it advisable 

REORGANIZATION for better discipline, dissolved the Cadet Battalion, into 

OF THE R. O. T. C. what is known as a "war strength company." Thus far, 

the reorganization has facilitated to a great extent the 

handling of the Cadets and has proven a great success. 

Rev. Francis X. Twellmeyer, S. J., former president of 

SCHOOL OF Spring Hill College, who was regent of the School of 

FOREIGN SERVICE. Foreign Service and professor of senior, was appointed 

diocesan superintendent of schools in the archdiocese 
of schools in the archdiocese of New Orleans. While regretting his depar- 
ture, we cannot but congratulate him on his distinguished appointment. 
Father Barland succeeds him as regent. 

Senior Locals 

ED. CASTAGNOS, B.S., '21. 

Professor: "Many are called but few are chosen." 

After a few minutes. 

Professor: "Casey, what was the proposition?" 

Oasey : "Many are cold but few are frozen." 

Professor: "What, Anderson?" 

Andy : "Many have brains but few can use them." 

Professor: "Correct. Sit down." 

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Keane to Thompson : "Say, Jack, what are you doing with so many 
nickels in your pocket?" 

Jack : "Oh ! I just love 'Small Change.' " 

Roach, standing in front of Woolworth's. Exit a young lady. 
He: "My name's Roach." 
She: "Who said it 'Twerent.' " 

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There is one in our midst who is untroubled about the coming rail- 
road strike. Lucedale is reached via stage coach. 

First Freshy : "Oh ! I do love her so much. If she will only wait 
until I finish college then I'm going to ask the old man for her hand." 
Second Freshy : "Is her hand all you want ?" 

Could You Imagine: — 

Roach fullback on the all-American team ? 

Inge grown up? 

Lytal passing an inspection ? 

D'Aquin with cigarettes? 

Skinner a graduate of West Point? 

Toups in any car but a Studebaker ? 

Charlet without a squirrel? 

"Tummey" using his hands ? 

Convince Simpson against his will, 
He's of the same opinion still. 

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Reynaud: "I feel like thirty cents today." 
Inge : "Gee, but things from Lutcher are high." 

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Impossible : 

To keep Simpson from arguing. 

For Mannigan to don his uniform. 

To get rid of Beninato. 

For Beatrous to give up Dot. 

For Croci to blush. 

To keep Gammil in the yard. 

For Walet to appear small. 


For Rodrigue to talk in a whisper. 
For Potter not to do extra duty. 

4j£' 3f£ 3^ .££, 3£ 4£ 

Mahorner to Biology Prof.: "What's the difference between living 
and non-lifeless matter?" 

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Croci has decided to graduate at Spring Hill. At his Thanksgiving 
dinner in Mobile he must have had chicken besides turkey. 

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Prof. : "Anderson, what is an annuity ?" 

Anderson: "Let's see. Borrow ten cents from you, pay it out of 
my pocket money, renew it, and that's an annuity." 

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After last Saturday's visit to Mobile our friend LeSassier is suffer- 
ing from an attack of autointoxication. 

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No more are we primitive. We have Zeppelein mail service. 

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Murray : "Say, Lawler, I hear you are trying to learn French. How're 
you making out ?" 

Lawler: "Fine. I've got so now that I can think in French." 
Murray : "Well, that's more than you can do in English." 

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Why is Moulton the laziest man in the college? 
Because he's the longest in bed. 

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Burke : "Say, I fell out of bed last night." 
O'Shee: "You slept too near where you got in." 
Burke: "No; I slept too near where I fell out." 

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Street: "How long can a mule stand up on one leg?" 
Lopez: "Why don't you get up and try it?" 

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Cosio: "What is it that is destroyed by the mere naming of it?" 
Rodrigue : "Well, go on." 
Cosio: "Why, silence to be sure." 

Rodrigue : "Then there must be a great deal of destruction going on 
in No. 21 Quinlan Hall." 

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Moulton : "Have a cigarette, old chap." 

Robischaux: "No; I don't smoke fool-killers." 

Moulton : "Well, you're right not to take chances, old man." 

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At the Auburn game: 

Tummey: "Say, Capt., how in the devil are we going to get! down 
on the kick-off?" 

Capt. Gene : "With the current, you poor simp." 


Who's Who. 

Who's the senior who asserts that moving pictures are absurd ? 
Who's the sophomore who goes out "Dauphin Way," on Saturday 

afternoons ?" 

Who's the strong fellow who broke the handle off the coffee pot ?" 

Who's the chap who says, "Fifth swad all plesint' ?" 

Who's the guy who entertains "The-stay-at-home crowd" on leave 


Who's sorry the holidays are near?" 

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We have just discovered why Reynaud is so witty. He was born on the 
first of April and raised on grapenuts. 

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Ireland's National flower is a Shamrock. But Vickers has adopted 
a beautiful Amrock for his flower. 

Gammil is becoming fond of music; at least he is getting quite! a 
few notes of late from a little music teacher down in Pelahatchie. 

High School Locals 

ED. F. BEREY, A.B. '24. 

Keenan : "Mister Murphy, does that H. C. on your sweater mean that 
you played with Crichton High ? 


"Frog" : "0, man, I like to flirt !" 

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Teacher: "You know we often get stuck on the simplest things." 
Zieman: "I'm stuck on Jim." 


As trapping season approaches and nuts have soared to the price of 
$2.00 per pound, a few members of the little yard had better take cover. 


Acereto says that he likes to play dominoes with six sides (if the 
authorities wouldn't mind.) 


Mary Pickford: "It's useless." 
Friend: "What's useless ?" 

Mary P. : "I can't win the prize in the beauty contest because Gus 
Tobin has entered it." 

Linsey is quite a hunter. He established a record in Memphis for 
shooting bull. 


Kohn : "Joe Druhan starred in the Jackson game." 
Sapp: "Well, the game was played in a cornfield and Joe's quite an 
expert at rooting corncobs, you know." 

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"Bad A. J." is some trapper. He trapped in the big yard for a few 
evenings and caught — the devil. 

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Now we know why Jack Thompson and Frank Hyronemous loaf to- 
gether so much. Jack wants a piece of the wedding cake. 


Mr. Horatio Alger has just completed another of his famous stories, 
entitled, "Coco, the tack peddler." The author portrays the character of 
a young "shine," Coco, who is sent for a few tacks and returns with a keg 
full. Coco being disgusted with the world and out of cash, sells his head 
to a piano key factory and lives comfortably on his fortune ever after. 

Some plot, eh, what? 


Heard at a Football Game. 

"Fifteen 'knee-deeps' for Froggie !" 

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Zebalza says he's tired of hearing those big yard bums yelling "Hooray 
for Bayou La Fourche !" 

Why do Dan and "Coco" like to play blasket ball on opposite sides? 
The only reason we can see is an excuse for hugging each other in a clinch. 


"Puppy": "At last." 

"Pinkey": "What's the matter?" 

Puppy" : "Pond came out of the pool room." 


So Pat Berthier and Junkin took the boys to Crichton to see the circus. 
Well, Well. 

Honors come fast on us. Dan Hardie has been named as "All-Ameri- 
can Da-Da." 


The High School boys wish to thank Mr. Roach of Spring Hill College 
for his kind services in chaperoning some of their younger members at 

football games. 


Do you know — 

That one-half of 10 is seventeen, (ask little Liz.) 

That there is only one A. J. 

That the servers struck for more steak. 

That Sheehan is thinking of enlisting for two years to get out of 

extra duty. 
That the Georgia boys have made reservations for a cattle car to take 

the "BULL" back to Augusta for Christmas. 

That Bruner's health has picked up fine since Tom gives him his milk 

each day. 


Little drops of water, 
Little grains of sand, 
Carrying a rifle 

Makes you cuss to beat the band. 


Ed and Gill went to the Hill, 

Laughing all the way, 
Now they've both got extra drill 

Every holiday. 

Alumni Notes 

'85 Mention was to have been made in our October issue of the fact that 
Rev. J. McCreary, S. J., was appointed President of the Jesuit College, 
New Orleans. The Springhillian joins the numerous friends of Spring 
Hill in congratulating so distinguished an alumnus. 

'88 John Kohn, A.B. '88, was chairman of the Civic Reception given in 
honor of Mgr. Savage at Montgomery. 


'91 Cornelius Mclntyre, A.B. '91, was one of the distinguished speakers 
on the same occasion. 

'93 Matt Mahorner, A.B. '93, and John F. Glennon, A.B. '97, are on the 
staff of the School of Foreign Service. 


'97 John Mack, A.B. '97, was State Chairman of the Four Minute Men 
in Georgia, and is a member lof the legislature from Albany. Mr. 
Mock is also an active Rotarian. He deserves the praise of his Alma 


'09 Cliffe E. Laborde, B.S. '09, now principal of the Marksville High 
School, Louisiana, has sent a note congratulating the team. He 
wished to be remembered to all his friends at S. H. C. 

'12 A little son lias recently arrived at (the home of Mr. C. W. Touart, 
A.B. '12. We extent our congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Touart. 


'13. Daunis Braud, A.B. '13, was married to Miss Hilda Agnes Falton on 
Wednesday, December 10th, 1919. May success and happiness attend 
them in their married life. 


'13 Raymond Harrigan, B.S. '13, was married to Miss Eloise Ibach of Mo- 
bile last December 14. We wish them all success and a happy mar- 
ried life. 


We received a letter from Frank, Prohaska, A.B. '13, stating that he is; 
with a Broadway production, "The Gold Diggers." We wish him suc- 
cess in his new career. 


'14 Miller Reese Hutchison, Ph. D. '14, has two pages devoted to his his- 
tory in the story of Electricity recently published. The account is accom- 
panied by a beautiful picture of the famous scientist and after detailing his 
early education and his ambition to become chief engineer of the Edison 
Laboratory, says : 

"After finishing his education Dr. Hutchison became engaged in special aural 
investigation in connection with the development of instruments to enable the deaf 
to hear, -which were invented by him in 1895. When the Spanish-American waf 
threatened hi> work was interrupted and he was appointed electrical engineer of the- 
Seventh and Eighth Districts, U. S. Lighthouse establishment, and was engaged 
during the war in laying submarine mines and cables along the southern coast of our 
country. When the war ended he came to New York and established a laboratory 
on 20th St., near Fourth avenue, in March, 1899, perfecting his aural instruments, now 


universally known as the Acousticon, and the equally well known dictagraph, a modi- 
fication of the Acousticon. In addition to these wonderful instruments, Dr. Hutchison 
invented current limiting devices for street railway cars and was only a few months 
behind Frank Sprague in the conception and application of patents on fundamental 
principles which have dominated multiple unit control. Several hundred patents have 
been granted Dr. Hutchison on a wide variety of inventions, amon£ which are( the, 
Klaxon horn, known wherever automobiles are used; the Hutchison spool-o-wire paper 
fastener, in universal use; improvements in alkaline and storage batteries; electrical 
tachometers; road speed governing devices of which the "Pierce" operates under his 

"Dr. Hutchison possesses a somewhat rare combination of inventor, engineer and 
business man, to which is attributed the fact that aside from the fame which his in- 
ventions have won, a substantial fortune has also been accumulated. Fallowing his 
early association with the government service he was vice president of the Akouphone 
Company, 1899-01; vice president of the Hutchison Acoustic Company, 1901-1904; con- 
sulting engineer for large interests in New York, 1905-1907; vice president and treas- 
urer of the Hutchison Electric Horn Co., 1905-1908; engaged in development work on 
Edison storage batteries, 1910-1912; chief engineer to Thomas A. Edison in 1911-1912. 
His fidelity and ability were awarded in 1912 by his being made chief engineer of 
the Edison Laboratory. He continued in this capacity until January 1, 1915 when he 
was appointed engineering advisor to Thos. A. Edison. 

"Although Dr. Hutchison's time is fully occupied with scientific, commercial and 
government work, he takes great interest in photography and the observation of sur- 
gery hospitals. His achievements have brought honors in national affairs and many 
awards and decorations. He was electrical engineer of the U. S. Lighthouse establish- 
ments during the Spanish-American war and since the organization of the naval con- 
sulting board has been a member and assistant to the president of the same. He was 
an honorary member of the Department of Electricity, St. Louis Exposition, 1904, 
and a member of the International Electric Congress, held in the same city during the 
exposition. In 1902 he was presented with a special gold medal by Queen Alexadra as 
'Reward of merit for scientific investigation and invention.' He was also awarded 
gold medals and silver medals at the St. Louis Exposition in 1904 and degree of elec- 
tric engineer was conferred upon him by the Alabama Polytechnical Institute in 1913 
and degree of Doctor of Philosophy was conferred upon him by Spring Hill College 
in 1914, both for 'conspicuous achievement.' It is needless for us to express our pleas- 
ure at such signal honor, being accorded one so deserving and miri only wish is that 
Dr. Hutchison's success may ever be crescendo. 


'15 Jim Cassidy, A.B. '15, came to Mobile for the express purpose of see- 
ing the Thanksgiving game. Jim is and always was a live wire and a 
true alumnus. 


'16 J. Stanford B. Skinner, B.S. '16, visited Spring Hill after a three and 
a half-year residence in the Canal Zone at Panama, where he was hold- 
ing a position in the service of the government. 

'17 R. M. Catho, B.S. '17, writes to us from Elizabeth iCity. He still has 

his old love for S. H. C. and followed with interest the successes of 

the team in its 1919 schedule. 

'18 Ed. and B. Luke O'Dowd, A.B. '18, are in the) cotton business with 

their father at Augusta. 

'19 Matt Rice, A.B. '19, was to come down for the Turkey Day game, but 

unfortunately missed his train. Anyway Matt always did have good 



'20 We have just heard from Clarence Lange, Ex. A.B. '20. He regretted 
that he could not be at the Thanksgiving game. He also sends best 
wishes to all. 


The following Alumni have shown their loyalty by coming to Mobile 
to root for S. H. C. on Turkey Day : Alvin Christoviteh, A.B. '17 ; Fernand 
Milhas, B.S. '17; Raymond Reynaud, B. S. '18; Raymond Harrigan, B. S. 
'13; L. Provosty, A.B. '16; Alvin Provosty, A.B. '16; William Hartwell, B.S. 
'19 ; Angelo Festorazzi, B. S. '18 ; Christopher J. Sullivan, B.S. '17. 




Playing on a field that was a veritable sea of mud dotted here and there by minia- 
ture lakes with a steady rain falling throughout, the Spring Hill College eleven held 
the heavy Auburn Plainsmen to a 19-0 score. The score does not, however, tell the 
story of the resistance put up by the fiery Hill eleven. From the time that Referee 
Moriarty's whistle sounded the commencement of hostilities to the end the Hillians 
fought and fought gamely to stem the onrush of the Tigers. And after the game 
there was no one found to doubt that Spring Hill in holding the Tigers to three touch- 
downs had scored a moral if not a technical victory. At no time were the Auburn 
backs able to gain consistently through the Purple line. Moulton and Captain Walet 
consistently spilled the interference and Harold Winling invariably nailed the runner 
on every buck and end run. For the Plainsmen Ollinger, tackle on the 1916 Spring 
Hill team, played the best game. In addition to scoring two of the three Tiger touch- 
downs, Ollinger played a superb defensive game. 

A play-by-play account of the game follows: 


Captain Walet of Spring Hill won the toss and chose to receive. Stubbs kicked 
off to Spring Hill's forty-yard line and Ollinger of Auburn recovered. On the first 
play of file game Shirley went off tackle for 14, yards. Shirling skirted right end for 
five yards and Stubbs followed with a six-yard gain around the other terminal, giving 
the Plainsmen first down. Shirling failed to gain on a buck. On the next play Shirley 
was thrown for a one-yard loss. Stubbs failed to gain on a buck. Stubbs again failed 
to gain on an end run and the ball went over to Spring Hill on downs. Miojultori 
punted to the middle of the field for fifty yards to Trapp, who was downed in his 
tracks by Donahue. Shirley's buck netted no gain and on his next attempt he was 
thrown for a loss. Ollinger punted beyond the goal line and thej ball was brought 
into play on the twenty-yard line. Hastings bucked three yards and Donahue went two 
yards off tackle. Moulton then booted the pigskin to the Tigers' five^yard line. Shir- 
ley went five yards off tackle. Stubbs gained ten yards and first down on a plunge 
through center. Shirley tore around left end for fifteen yards. Stubbs bucked three 
yards and failed to gaiu on the next play. Shirley gained one yard on a buck. Ollinger 
kicked to Spring Hill's twenty-yard line. Donahue went five yards off tackle. Hastings 
gained three yard." on two successive bucks. Moulton booted the pigskin forty yards to 
Trapp, who carried the ball five yards before he was downed by Grimsley. Shirley on 
two successive bucks gained two yards. The first quarter ended here with the ball 
in the middle of the field in Auburn's possession. Score: Spring Hill 0; Auburn 0. 


Stubbs' buck netted two yards and Ollinger's end run four yards and first down. 
Shirley gained two yards on an off tackle play. Shirley tore through the line for a 
gain of six yards. Shirling bucked one yard, giving the Plainsmen first down. On 
the next play Shirley circled right end for five yards, putting the ball on the twenty- 
yard line. Stubbs failed to gain on a buck. Shirling was then given the ball, which 
he carried off tackle for fifteen yards before he was downed. Shirling then tore 
six yards through the Purple line, putting the ball four inches over the goal line before 
he was tackled by Donahue. Ollinger's kick out preliminary to his attempt to goal 
was fumbled by Stubbs. Spring Hill wisely chose to remain on the defensive and 
Hastings kicked off to Auburn's ten-yard line. Stubbs was thrown for a loss by Lopez 
and Shirling's buck netted no gain. Time out was here called for Auburn. Ollinger 
kicked twenty yards to the Hillians. Hastings bucked two yards. A pass, Gannon to 



Donahue, failed. Moulton punted thirty yards to Trapp, who was downed by Donahue. 
Shirley went for ten yards and first down on an off tackle play. Stubbs skirted right 
end for a gain of five yards. Stubbs went off tackle for a gain of fifteen yards. 
Shirley was thrown for a two-yard loss by Walet. Stubbs bucked one yard. Shirling 
bucked three yards, with fourth down and eight yards to go the referee's whistle ended 
the second quarter. The ball was on the thirty-five-yard line in Auburn's possession. 
Score: Spring Hill 0; Auburn 6. 


Hastings kicked off to H. Bonner, who returned the ball five yards. On the first 
play Shirley was held without gain. Shirling bucked four yards. Shirley gained three 
yards around right end. Stubbs failed to gain on a buck. Shirling bucked five yards. 
Stubbs gained three yards off tackle. Shirling bucked seven yards and fumbled, 
Ollinger of Auburn recovered. Auburn here received the first and only penalty of the 
game, which was a five-yard off-side penalty. Shirling bucked one yard, putting the 
the ball on Spring Hill's fifteen-yard line. Shirling went two yards off tackle, making 
fourth down. Trapp dropped back and shot a pass to Ollinger, who placed the ball 
squarely between the goal. Ollinger then kicked goal. 

Hastings kicked off to Trapp on Auburn's thirty-yard line. Shirling failed to 
gain on a buck. Trapp went around right end for four yards. Ollinger punted to 
Spring Hill's five-yard line to Gannon, who returned the ball fifteen yards. The third 
quarter ended with the ball in Spring Hill's possession on their own twenty-yard line. 
Score: Spring Hill 0; Auburn 13. 


Sloan was substituted for Rogers at right guard for) the Plainsmen. Hastings 
bucked two yards. Donahue, on an attempted end run, fumbled when tackled behind 
the line of scrimmage and Ollinger of Auburn recovered and raced five yards for the 
final Tiger marker. Ollinger failed to kick goal. At this juncture Murray was sub- 
stituted for Donahue at left half. Hastings kicked off to Ollinger on the Plainsmen's 
twenty-yard line. Trapp failed to gain on a buck. Shirley failed to gain on a buck. 
Ollinger punted to the Hillians' five-yard line to Gannon, who returned the/ ball ten 
yards. McCrary was substituted for Shirley at left half. Grimsley went two yards off 
■ ackle. On a bad pass by Lopez, Multon fumbled and carried the ball two yards around 
right end. Moulton punted thirty-five yards to Trapp, who was downed by Tummi- 
nello. McCrary bucked six yards and was followed by Trapp's buck, which netted four 
yards more and first down. McCrary bucked four yards and on his next attempt failed 
to gain. Shirling failed to gain on an attempted end run and McCrary's buck netted 
four yards and the ball went oven to Spring Hill on downs. Moulton punted thirty 
yards to Stubbs, who returned the ball ten yards. Trapp went around end for a two- 
yard gain and was followed by bucks by McCrary and Shirling, which netted five yards. 
Stubbs' buck gained three yards and first down. On the next play Stubbs was thrown 
for a three-yard loss by Moulton. Shirling was held without gain on a buck. Here 
Referee Moriarty's whistle ended the contest with the ball on Spring Hill's 1 thirty- 
five-yard line in Auburn's possession. 
Score: Spring Hill 0; Auburn 19. 

Spring HiM. Position . Auburn. 

H Winling Left End Ollinger 

Walet (C.) Left Tackle _ _ Martin 

F. Winling Left Guard ,. Grishem 

Lopez - Center _ Snider 

Tumminello — Right Guard Rogers 

Moulton Right Tackle .. .H. Bonnfcr 

White . Right End Pruitt 


Gannon . Quarter Back Trapp 

Donahue Left Half Shirley 

Grimsley Right Half Stubbs 

Hastings , Full Back Shirling 

Substitutions: Spring Hill, Murray for Donahue. Auburn, Sloan for Rogers, Mc- 
Crary for Shirley. 

Touchdowns: Ollinger two, Shirling one. 

Goal after touchdown: Ollinger one. 

Time of periods: 12-12; 10-10. 

Officials: Moriarty (Georgetown), referee; Wilson (Alabama), umpire; Austill 
(Alabama), head linesman; Murphy (Holy Cross), time keeper. 


Playing a brand of football that should have insured them a victory by two) or 
three touchdowns, the Spring Hill College eleven was the victim of ill luck and barely 
defeated the Birmingham Southern eleven by the scant margin of one field goa^ 
which Russell Moulton, the big right tackle, booted from the thirty-five-yard line in 
the final period of play. 

Outplayed throughout, the Birmingham Southern pigskin artists were once able 
to threaten the Spring Hill goal line. In the first quarter Hastings carried the, ball 
over the Panther line, only to be called back with a fifteen-yard penalty. 

The outstanding feature of the game was the work of Bill Donahue at quarter. 
Bill was in every play and carried the ball twenty-five times during the game for a 
total of 178 yards, or an average gain of seven yards every time he carried the ball. 
Rattermah, the big center, after an absence of a month, returned to the game. Handi- 
capped as he undoubtedly was by his injured foot, Rat was in every play with all his 
old-time cunning and skill. Hastings and Grimsley aided Donahue on his spectacular 
end runs and off tackle bucks and both contributed large gains every time they were 
given the ball. For the Panthers, Captain Levie and Miller, at the terminals, and; 
Gillam and Baty in the outer works, played by far the best game. That the Panthers 
were outplayed is evidenced by the fact , that they were only able to make six {first 
downs to our fourteen; it must be admitted, however, that they played a hard game 
and ilost as; every team must lose to a better team. 

A play-by-play account of the game follows: 


Captain Walet of Spring Hill /won the toss and chose to receive. Miller) kicked 
off to Donahue, who returned the ball five yards. On the first play of the gamel 
Hastings tore through tackle for four yards. Two more bucks netted five (yards. 
Moulton punted beyond the goal line and the ball was brought into play on the twenty- 
yard line. Lewis bucked five yards and Gillam was held without gain. Gillam'a) at- 
tempted punt was blocked by Ratterman and was recovered by Grimsley after it had 
gone fifteen yards. Donahue went one yard off tackle. A pass from Grimsley to Dona- 
hue netted thirty yards putting the ball on the Panther's fifteen-yard line. Hastings 
went three yards off tackle. Grimsley skirted right end for eight yards, putting the 
ball on the eight-yard line. Donahue plunged through center for four yards. With 
four yards to go, Hastings was given the ball. He had already crossed the goal line on 
a buck when he was called back by Referee Moriarty and a fifteen-yard penalty was 
inflicted on .Spring Hill. With the ball on the nineteen-yard line and first downj 
with goal to gain, Murray circled right end for five yards and Hastings bucked three 
yards. Two passes from Grimsley to White were attempted, but both were incom- 
pleted and the ball went to Birmingham on downs. Gillam, on two successive bucks, 
carried the ball seven yards. Baty gained ten yards off right tackle, making f irstj 
down. Baty and Lewis were held without gain on two bucks. Spring Hill was pen- 
alized five yards for off side. Baty, on a long end run, gained fifteen yards and first 
down Baty again circled right end for a seven-yard gain. Lewis went is)ix yards 
off tackle, making first down. Birmingham Southern was penalized five yards for off 
side play. Lewis was held without gain on an attempted buck and Baty's end run 
netted no advance. Lewis bucked two yards and upon the incompletion of a pass Gil- 
lam to Levie, the ball went over to Spring Hill on downs; the ball being on the Purpl* 


and White's thirty-five-yard line. Grimsley tore around right end on a magnificent 
run for twenty-five yards before he was downed. Hastings bucked four yards and 
Grimsley went again, this time around left end, for five yards. Grimsley bucked one 
yard. Miller was injured in this play, but remained in the game. Hastings bucked 
four yards for (first down. Murray, on an attempted end run, was thrown for a 
two-yard loss. Donahue fumbled on a pass formation, entailing a twelve-yard losa 
for the Hillians. A brilliantly executed pass, Grimsley to Donahue, netted a gain of 
fifteen yards. Another ,pass, from Grimsley to White, failed and the ball went to 
the Panthers on downs. Baty bucked three yards and Lewis, on the next play, was 
thrown for a loss by H. Winling. End of first quarter. 
Score: Spring Hill 0; Birmingham Southern 0. 

Gillam was 1 thrown for a loss on an attempted end run. Gillam punted forty 
yards to Murray, who returned the ball five yards. Donahue, on an, off tackle buck, 
gained fifteen yards before he was stopped. Hastings' buck failed to gain. Adams 
was substituted for Yielding at guard for the Panthers. Hastings was held without 
gain on a buck. Donahue went twelve yards off right end. Donahue went two yards 
off tackle and Hastings followed with a buck for two more. Hastings, on two bucks, 
gained three yards. Moulton punted to the Panther twenty-yard line. Baty failed to 
gain ion a buck. Birmingham was penalized five yards for off side play. Gillami 
punted thirty-five yards to Murray, who returned the ball five yards. Grimsley's pass, 
intended for White, was intercepted by Lewis, who carried the ball twenty yards be- 
fore! he was downed. Gillam's buck netted no gain. Lewis circled right end f ojr 1 
eight yards. Lewis' end run netted no gain. Gillam punted beyond the goal line and 
the ball was brought into play on the twenty-yard line. Grimsley's pass to White 
was not completed. Hastings bucked two yards. A pass, Grimsley to White, was in- 
tercepted by Lewis on Spring Hill's twenty-five-yard line. Baty, on the next play, 
fumbled and Tumminello of Spring Hill recovered. Hastings lost five yards on an at- 
tempted end run. Murray's end run netted no gain. Grimsley fumbled on the twenty- 
yard line, but recovered. Moulton punted to the middle of the field. Two successive 
bucks by Baty and Gillam netted no gain. Gillam shot a pass to Miller for a fifteen- 
yard gain. Lewis went ten, yards around left end, putting the ball on Spring Hill's 
twenty-yard line just as the second half ended. 

Score: Spring Hill 0; Birmingham Southern 0. 

Hastings kicked off to Baty on the Panther forty-yard line. Lewis attempted to 
circle left end, but was held without gain. Baty bucked two yards. Baty, on a long 
end run, was held without gain. Gillam punted to Murray, who returned the ball three 
yards. Grimsley was thrown for a five-yard loss on an attempted end run. Donahue 
squirmed his way through the line for a gain of seven yards. Hastings plunged through 
center for a gain of one yard. Moulton punted forty yards to Lewis, who was downed 
in his tracks by H. Winling. Gillam, on two successive bucks, lost one yard. Baty 
gained five yards around right end. Gillam kicked to Murray, who was downed in his 
tracks. Hastings went two yards off left tackle. On a spectacular run off right end, 
Donahue gained twenty-five yards. Grimsley tore around right end for an advance 
of nine yards. Murray carried the ball four yards off right end for first down. Dona- 
hue went four yards off left tackle. Hastings bucked two yards. Donahue again went 
off tackle, advancing the pigskin nine yards, for first down. Grimsley gained four yards 
off left end and Billy Donahue gained two off the other terminal. Hastings bucked 
one yard, making fourth down with three yards to gain. Moulton was called back to 
punt and Donahue placed himself a yard behind the big punter. Moulton punted the 
ball beyond the goal line and Donahue, scurrying forward, fell on the pigskin behind 
the Panther goal posts and claimed a touchdown on an onside kick. Referee Moriarty, 
however, disallowed the touchdown and the ball was brought into play on the Panther 
twenty-yard line. On two successive bucks Baty failed to gain. Gillam punted to Mur- 
ray on the Hillians' thirty-yard line. Hastings failed to gain on a buck. Donahue went 
eight yards around right end. Grimsley gained one yard off left end. Moulton punted 
thirty .yards to Lewis, who was downed in his tracks. Baty bucked one yard. Baty 
gained two yards around right end. Montgomery was substituted for Miller at the 
Panthers' right terminal. A pass, Gillam to Jaffe, netted ten yards. Baty gained four 

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yards around left end. Gillam bucked one yard. Lewis went two yards on an off tackle 
buck. Gillam bucked four yards for first down. The third quarter ended here with the 
ball in the Panthers' possession on Spring Hill's twenty-seven-yard line. 
Score: Spring Hill 0; Birmingham Southern 0. 


Gillam, on an off tackle buck, advanced the ball nine yards. Baty failed to gain 
on a buck. Baty gained four yards and first down around right end. Lewis failed to 
gain on a buck. Gillam's buck netted no gain. An attempted pass, Gillam to Levie, 
was incompleted. Gillam dropped back for an attempted field goal, but his drop-kick 
went low and the ball was once more in Spring Hill's possession on the twenty-yard 
line. Donahue skirted right end for a gain of seven yards. Johnny Hastings, running 
behind perfect interference, circled right end for thirty yards. Donahue, on an off tackle 
buck, carried the ball seven yards. Hastings failed to gain through center. Hastings 
skirted right end for fifteen yards. Donahue bucked one yard, putting the ball on the 
Panthers' twenty-eight-yard line. Grimsley, on two end runs, gained six yards. Moul- 
ton dropped back to the thirty-five-yard line and drop-kicked the pigskin on a straight 
course directly between the goal posts for the only tally of the game. The ball was 
brought into play on the twenty-yard line. Gillam punted thirty-five yards to Murray, 
who returned the ball five yards. Hastings gained three yards over left tackle. Donahue 
bucked two yards. Hastings went three yards off left tackle. Donahue went four yards 
for first down. Grimsley was thrown for a two-yard loss. Donahue skirted right end 
for five yards. Moulton dropped back to the forty-five-yard line and attempted a drop- 
kick from a difficult angle and though the kick had sufficient distance, it went wide. 
A penalty of five yards was inflicted on the Panthers prior to the completion of the 
play and Spring Hill was given sufficient yardage to make first down. A pass, Hast- 
ings to H. Winling, failed. Donahue skirted right end for three yards. Donahue failed 
to gain around left end. Moulton dropped back and attempted a drop-kick from the 
twenty-yard line, but the ball went wide. The ball was given to the Panthers on their 
own twenty-yard line. A pass, Gillam to Levie, failed. Baty circled left end for five 
yards. Gillam punted thirty yards to Murray, who was downed in his tracks. Hastings 
failed to gain on a plunge through center. Donahue's end run netted no gain. A pass 
Gillam to Donahue, netted nine yards. Hastings carried the ball one yard, making first 
down. Two passes failed and Moulton booted the pigskin twenty-five yards out of 
bounds. A pass, Baty to Levie, netted fifteen yards. A second pass from Baty in- 
tended for Levie, was intercepted by Hastings, who carried the ball ten yards. Donahue 
skirted right end for a seven-yard gain, placing the ball on Birmingham Southern's 
twenty-yard line. Here Referee Moriarty's whistle signalled the end of hostilities. 

Score: Spring Hill 3; Birmingham Southern 0. 

Spring Hill. Position. Birmingham Southern. 

H. Winling Left End - Levie (C.) 

Wallet (C.) Left Tackle _ - Gundy 

F. Winling — _ Left Guard Yielding 

Ratterman ... _ Center Propst 

Tumminello _ _. Right Guard Neese 

Moulton Right Tackle Green 

White ....... Right End ._. Miller 

Donahue ... Quarter Back , Burney 

Murray P Left Half — Lewis 

Grimsley Right Half Gillam 

Hastings Full Back Baty 


Officials: Referee, Moriarty (St. Mary's); umpire, Overton (Alabama); Wilson 
(Alabama), head linesman. 

Substitutions: Birmingham Southern, Montgomery for Miller, Jaffe for Burney, 
Adams for Yielding. 

Field goal, Moulton. 


Outplaying Howard in three quarters, Spring Hill was held by Dame Fortune to 
a 6-6 tie. After the first quarter the Bulldogs were scarcely able to negotiate a first 
down. During the entire game they only registered six first downs to sixteen by the 

The work of Ratterman at center and Hastings at full back were the features of 
the game. H. Winling at left end and Donahue, the diminutive* half back, who was 
handicapped by the heavy field, also distinguished themselves. Winling's ability to 
nab long passes paved the way for Spring Hill's only touchdown. Hastings literally 
tore through the Howard line time after time for long gains and was by far the star 
ground gainer of the afternoon. Ratterman, the huge center, dominated the line. Time 
after time he nailed the runner after he had glided through the primary defense and 
downed him on the spot. 

Captain Walker, at quarter for the Bulldogs, Carr at fullback and Newman at end, 
showed the best form for the Howard eleven. The Bulldogs scored their touchdowto 
on the first play of the second quarter after a mixture of passes, end runs and bucks 
had carried the ball to Spring Hill's thirteen-yard line. Carr skirted left end for the 
thirteen yards and a Bulldog touchdown. 

Towards the end of the second period the Purple and White, by a series of long 
bucks by Hastings, succeeded in carrying the ball to Howard's fifteen-yard line, when 
with fourth down Hastings shot a perfect pass to H. Winling, who was standing behind 
the goal posts, for an otherwise perfect touchdown. Referee Gormley disallowed the 
touchdown because Winling had caught the pass a mere foot outside the zone of play. 

The Hillians came back in grand style in the third period and swept through the 
Howard line from the kickoff till the ball was on the Bulldogs' 16-yard line, where a 
15-yard penalty was inflicted. After this Howard held them for downs. 

The opening of the final period found the ball in the hands of the Purple and White 
on Howard's thirty-five-yard line. Howard was penalized five yards, putting the ball 
on the thirty-yard line. Hastings bucked two yards and a beautifully executed pass from 
Grimsley to H. Winling advanced the ball twenty yards to the Bulldogs' eight-yard 
line. Hastings failed to gain on his first attempt. He was then given the ball three 
more times and carried it over the line on his final attempt. Moulton's failure to kick 
goal left the score standing at a 6-6 tie. 

A play-by-play account of the game follows: 

Captain Walker of Howard won the toss and chose to receive. H. Winling kicked 
off to Newman on Howard's 15-yard line. Walker shot a pass to Head for a gain of 
fifteen yards on the first play of the contest. Carr went off tackle for four yards. 
Levy, on a buck, gained ten yards. Carr was held without gain and Walker was nailed 
by H. Winling for a loss. An attempted pass from Walker to Head was grounded and 
the Bulldogs were forced to punt. Captain Walker punted a bare thirty yards to Gannon 
on the Purple and White's twenty-yard line. Hastings gained one yard off tackle and 
Grimsley followed with three more. Moulton booted the ball forty-five yards toj 
Walker, who was downed in his tracks by Walet and H. Winling. Acton, Levy and 1 
Carr, in three attempts, advanced the pigskin five yards and Howard was again forced 
to punt. Newman punted poorly to Grimsley on Spring Hill's forty-yard line. Dona- 
hue skirted right end for six yards and Hastings bucked twice for five yards and first 
down. Grimsley carried the ball two yards around left end, but fumbled and Hastings 
recovered. Donahue went one yard off left end and on the next play was thrown for a 
loss by Head. Moulton punted forty yards down the field to Walker. Levy, around 
right end, gained nine yards and was stopped by Ratterman. Acton failed to gain off 
tackle and Levy again negotiated right end for five yards before he was downed by the 
omnipresent Ratterman. Newman bucked three yards. Acton, on a long end run, was 
cut down by Donahue before he had reached the line of scrimmage. A pass, Walker 
to Adams, advanced the ball ten yards and Acton bucked ten yards. Carr bucked twice 



for a one-yard gain. Levy, on two end runs, carried the ball to Spring Hill's thirteen- 
yard line. The first quarter ended here. 

Score: Howard 0; Spring Hill 0. 


Carr swept around left end for thirteen yards and a touchdown. Newman's kickout 
was caught by Carr. Newman failed at goal. Newman kicked off to Gannon on Spring 
Hill's ten-yard line. Gannon returned the ball twenty yards. Hastings bucked one yard 
and Donahue went for a gain of seven yards off right tackle. Grimsley plunged five 
yards through center for first down. At this juncture Murray was substituted for Gan- 
non at quarter for Spring Hill. Donahue went four yards off left end and Hasting* 
bucked three yards. Donahue fumbled on the next play, but recover d Moulton Looted 
the spigskin forty yards to Carr, who fumbled and Hastings of Spring Hill recovered on 
the Bulldog twenty-five-yard line. Donahue, off) right end, was held without gain. 
Hastings bucked three yards. A pass from Hastings was intercepted by Carr. Carr 
was thrown for a loss by Hastings. Newman punted to his own thirty-five-yard line. 
Donahue carried the ball seven yards off right end and Hastings on two bucks gained 
four yards and first down. Donahue, on an off tackle buck, gained one yard. Donahue 
and Grimsley, on two end runs, gained six yards. Hastings bucked five yards for first 
down. Hastings bucked twice more, advancing the ball four yards. Donahue failed 
to gain off left end, making fourth down and four to go with the ball on Howard's 
fifteen-yard line. Hastings threw a perfect pass to H. Winling beyond the goal line, 
but Referee Gormley disallowed the touchdown because the ball had been caught out- 
side the zone of play. The ball was accordingly awarded to Howard on her own twenty- 
yard line. Carr failed to gain on a buck. Newman punted twenty yards to Donahue. 
A perfect pass from Grimsley to Donahue advanced the ball twenty-five yards. On two 
bucks Hastings gained three yards. Donahue failed to gain off tackle. A pass was 
grounded and the ball went over to Howard on downs. Walker punted thirty-five yards 
to Murray. Grimsley failed to gain off right end. Grimsley skirted left end for six 
yards. The first half ended with the ball in Spring Hill's possession on her; own) 
forty-four-yard line. I 


Gannon returned to his position at quarter for Spring Hill. Newman kicked off 
to Gannon, who returned the ball five yards. Donahue circled right end for five yards. 
Hastings tore seven yards off the Howard line, making first down. Hastings bucked 
five yards more. A perfect pass from Hastings to H. Winling netted thirty yards. 
Hastings bucked five yards. Donahue bucked one yard, putting the ball on Howard's 
twenty-six-yard line. Hastings and Gannon failed to gain and the ball went to Howard 
on downs. Acton gained two yards off left end and Levy bucked one yard. Acton on a 
sweeping run off left end advanced the ball twenty-five yards. Carr failed to gain. 
Levy was held without gain. Walker gained eight yards off left end. Walker punted 
to Gannon on Spring Hill's ten-yard line. Hastings gained fifteen yards off right end. 
Grimsley failed to gain off left end. Moulton punted fifty yards to Walker, who was 
downed in his tracks by Walet. Acton gained five yards off left end. Levy was held 
without gain. Howard was penalized fifteen yards for holding. Walker failed to gain 
around right end. Walker kicked to Gannon, who fumbled, but Grimsley recovered. 
Hastings bucked one yard. Grimsley failed to gain off left end. A pass from Grimsley 
to Donahue was not completed. Moulton kicked to Walker, who was downed by H. 
Winling. Acton, on two bucks, failed to gain. Walker punted thirty-five yards to 
Gannon, who returned the ball fifteen yards. Hastings bucked three yards and Dona- 
hue gained one off right end. A pass from Hastings to H. Winling was grounded). 
Moulton punted thirty-five yards to Walker, who ran the punt up five yards. Levy and 
Carr were held without gain on two attempted bucks and Walker kicked thirty yards 
to Gannon. Hastings tore through the Bulldog line for nine yards and Hastings bucked 
two more for first down. Gannon gained one yard off right end, placing the ball on 
Howard's thirty-yard line, where the third quarter came to a close. 

Score: Howard 6; Spring Hill 0. 


A pass from Grimsley was intercepted by a Howard player wearing a Spring Hill 
jersey and Howard was penalized five yards, giving first down to the Hillians. Donahue 
failed to gain off tackle and Hastings bucked two yards. A beautiful pass, Hastings 
to H. Winling, advanced the ball twenty yards to tie Bulldogs' eight-yard line. Hast- 



ings, on his first attempt, was thrown for a two-yard loss. Hastings tore nine yards 
off tackle, placing the ball on the one-yard line, and on his next attempt carried it over 
the line for a touchdown. Moulton failed at goal, leaving the score standing a 6-6 tie. 
H.^ Winling kicked off to Walker, who returned the ball ten yards. Levy failed tc* 
gain on a buck. Carr fumbled and lost one yard. Walker punted beyond the goal line 
and the ball was brought into play on Spring Hill's twenty-yard line. On two. bucks 
Hastings converted sixteen yards of Howard's terrain into Spring Hill territory. Hast- 
ings bucked one yard more. A pass, Hastings to H. Winling, was not completed and 
Grimsley's pass to Donahue met the same fate. Moulton booted the pigskin forty-five 
yards to Walker. Carr bucked one yard. A pass from Walker to Newman advanced 
the ball fifteen yards. Carr gained seven yards off tackle and on his next attempt 
was held without pain. Howard was penalized five yards for offside play. Walker's 
punt was blocked and recovered by Moulton. On three successive line plunges Hastings 
advanced the ball seventeen yards to Howard's sixteen-yard line. Hastings bucked five 
more, but was called back and a fifteen-yard penalty was inflicted on Spring Hill for 
holding. A pass from Hastings, followed by one from Moulton, were grounded. Moul- 
ton then dropped back to the forty-five-yard line and attempted a drop-kick, but the 
ball went low and wide and the pigskin was given to the Bulldog on his own twenty- 
yard line. Walker gained two yards off right end. Walker kicked thirty-five yards 
to Gannon, who returned the ball fifteen yards. Donahue carried the ball four yards 
around right end. Hastings, on two off tackle drives, gained six yards and first down. 
Two passes from Grimsley to Gannon were grounded and a third pass thrown by Moul- 
ton was intercepted by McLain on Spring Hill's forty-yard line. Referee Gormley's 
whistle signified the end of hostilities. 
Score: Howard 6; Spring Hill 6. 


Howard. Position. Spring Hill. 

Head -. -~ - Left End „ — ...... ...H. Winling 

Martin _ Left Tackle „.. „ .Walet (C.) 

Thomas , Left Guard ,. — F. Winling 

Brindley - ~ Center — _ Ratterman 

Alford ,...- Right Guard Tumminello 

Adams , - - Right Tackle Moulton 

Newman _ Right End . : White 

Walker (C.) _...- Quarter Back __ Gannon 

Acton - _... Left Half _. « Donahue 

Levy Right Half .._„ , Grimsley 

Carr Full Back — — Hastings 

Substitutions: Howard, Carlisle for Alford, Lambert for Thomas, McLain for 
Levy, Sugram for Acton. Spring Hill, Murray for Gannon and Gannon for Murray. 

Officials: Referee, Gormley (Georgetown); umpire, Maiden (Virginia); head 
linesman, Maxon (Cornell); field judge and timekeeper, Murphy (Holy Cross). Time 
of periods, 15 minutes. Scoring: Touchdowns, Carr, Hastings. Score by periods: 

Howard - 6 0—6 

Spring Hill - _. .0 6 — 6 

High School Football 

Juniors 14; Poplarville 0. 

On November 11, the Juniors played and defeated the heavy Poplarville Aggies 
by a 14-0 score. The Aggies outweighed us by 15 pounds to the man, I but the! High 
School fought well and hard and at the end came out with the large end of the score. 
Throughout the first half it was a nip and tuck affair, neither team being able to gain 
consistently. In the third quarter the High School made use of forward passes and 
Captain Rainey crossed the line for the first score. He then kicked the goal. Poplar- 
ville then attempted to score by using forward passes, but the wary Spring \ Hill, 
halves frustrated their attempts. In the last quarter a perfect pass, Bonner to Gilbert, 
netted 45 yards and a touchdown. Rainey again kicked goal. The Aggies made one 
last fight with only a few minutes to play, but a fumble at a critical moment lost the 
ball and their chance to save a shutout. 

The features of the game were the playing of Carver and J. Stewart for the 
visitors and the spectacular work of the whole High School team. 

Juniors 0; Jackson 0. 

The High School, playing their second out-of-town game with the strong Jackson 
Aggies, were held to a 0-0 tie. The game was played on a very slow field full ofi 
holes and hills. This prevented the Juniors' fast back field from getting a start and 
as a result they could not advance the ball very far into the Aggies' territory. But 
this was also true of Jackson. Their gains were few; and far between. The High! 
School played a great defensive game. Marston injured his shoulder during the first 
few minutes of play and was forced to retire. Boland, at full for Jackson, and Cassidy 
and Rainey were the individual stars. 

The High School Varsity disbanded on the 24th of November as they were state 
champions and could not arrange a game with Jesuits, the Louisiana title holders. 

The student body as well as the team itself extends their hearty thanks to Coach 
Murphy for the great team which he has turned out, and we hope and know he will do 
the same in the other branches of athletic sports. 


The OCTOBER number of the FORDAM MONTHLY would) be improved by the 
addition of a few short stories. It has several essays which are a little above the 
average, but it is not the essay that best brings out the literary abilities of an author. 
Usually the essay is more or less taken from the lectures of professors, or books on 
philosophy, etc. However, the essays in the Fordam Monthly are very interesting, and 
not pertaining to class books, something which cannot be said about all such articles 
in our college journals. 

The writer of "Are You There, Playgoer," hits the point when he explains the 
attitude of the present generation towards the masterpieces of drama. He details clearly 
the sentiment of the average American of today. If everybody entertained such senti- 
ments we might soon have decent shows at our theaters. The "Golden Age of Ireland" 
describes the state of the "Emerald Isle" in its infancy. If the "Fordam Monthly" is 
somewhat short of stories it certainly has an excellent assortment of poems, "Reditus," 
"Chrysalis," "Evening Bells," "To Cardinal Merrier," and "Old Books" are all indeed 
worthy of commendation. And, lastly, we congratulate the author of "Deuces Wild" 
on having furnished us with an excellent story. 

"The Trusted Thief" in the VILLANOVAN is a much-abused theme, but never- 
theless is cleverly developed. We were somewhat surprised to find a continued story 
in the Villanovan, but have become so interested that we would fain procure the fol- 
lowing copy. The utter wretchedness of a conscience stricken criminal is well portrayed 
in the story, entitled, "The Criminal's Diary." Although we have read the essay, 
"Paradores Orthodoxicated," severaal times, we fail to grasp what its author endeavors 
to make clear. If it was his aim to confuse unknowing ex-editors he may feel assured 
that he has been very successful in one case. "Cardinal Merrier" is a laudation indeed 
worthy of even so great a personage. "Rambles" and "Influence of Literature on Life" 
are essays, both well developed and pleasing. The "Northeast Wind" excels for its 
vivid description. The "Rosary" and "Hope," although a little short, will pass criticism. 

Most of the October issue of the GONZAGA is devoted to the campaign for 
"Greater Gonzaga." Essays, editorials and poems which tell of Gonzaga and its history 
bake up a large part of this number. The Spring Hilliaan is confident that the drive 
will be a great success. "The Quest" is one of the best stories we have read in recent 
college journals. It holds the reader's interest at a high pitch throughout the story 
and keeps him in suspense until the very last. Although the author of "Voices of Joan 
of Arc" chooses a much used subject, he treats it in a new and novel way that is both 
instructive and pleasing. "L' Auvenir," while it contains beautiful thought, is too hazy 
for our taste. "Evening" and "War Fiction" hardly deserve the name of poetry, since 
they are only "bits tucked in," but treat their subjects in a charming manner. 

There is something above the ordinary in the June issue of the "MORNING STAR" 
which impels our admiration. We might attribute it to the variety employed in the 
choice of themes and methods of development. Such a variety is not noticeable in any 
other magazine we have seen. This alone is a feature worthy of mention. 

"Have You Got What You Want" expresses nice thoughts, but could have been 
smoothed out a little. Perhaps haste in composition caused the writer of "The Last 
First Friday" to sometimes forget clearness and to permit the interest to drag. It 
seems to us that the author of "As I Recall It" exaggerated the negro dialect a little. 
The average negro preacher is not so uneducated as some might suppose and most 
certainly does not use such a profusion of bad English as we find in the above-men- 
tioned article. However, this is so commonly done that we almost expect it and so 
cannot censure one who is in accordance with our anticipations. Among the poems we 
like "Their Dying Will," by 0. Kunkel, best, while the others, "The Last Shepherd," 
"Farewell to Graduates," "Aves Rarae," "Only a Hair," an attempt at humor, and 
the story, "The Mystery of Claremore" also find a place among the magazine's good 



Easter in Contrast (Verse) - 1 

a. c. m., s. J. 

The Poet of the Yukon (Essay) . _ _ 2 

D. CASEY, B.S. '24. 

Passenger No. 2085 (Essay) _ ._ 5 


At Break of Day (Verse) - 7 

G. P. S. 

Songs of the Celt (Essay) 9 

E. STRAUSS, A.B. '20. 

In the Midnight Sun (Essay) - 13 


A Ballade of Jesus and Mary (Verse) 16 

j. c. 

Joel Chandler Harris (Essay) - _ — 17 


The Misogynist (Essay) - 20 

D. M. STEWART, B.S. '23. 

Father Brown and Sherlock Holmes (Essay) _.. 25 

A. E. CASEY. A.B. '22. 

Foch and His Principles of War (Military Essay) __ 28 

G. FLANIGEN, A.B. '22. 

The Voice of the People (Verse) 32 

A. D. 

EDITORIAL— Admiral Benson 34 


Diary - „..._ _ 36 

A. J. CROCI, A.B. '23. 

Chronicle 38 

A. J. CROCI. A.B. '23. 

In Memoriam . _ 42 

Senior Locals - - - 43 


High School Notes _ 46 


Alumni Notes 48 

High School Athletics _ 50 

College Athletics 51 

OBITUARY - _ 54 

Hon. George H. Theard 

Melbourne G. Dempsey 

Mr. J. B. McAuley, S. J. 
Exchanges 56 


Stye i$pringl|iUtatt 

VOL.CXII. APRIL, 1920. NO. ft 

iEastrr in Contrast 

The other day, 
The Sun's last ray 

Sank into Mother Earth at rest- 
Now, Morning peeps, 
Lo, Sunburst leaps 

Alive from out fair mother's breast. 

But yesterday, 

The cold dust lay, 
Lay trodden underneath in shame. 

Today, behold, 

The dust is gold, 
Liveth in honor, shines in fame. 

The other day, 

The blue lips lay 
Chill as the hand or bosom-gash. 

Today, bliss! 

A mother's kiss! 
Lip blushes, heart wakes, bright eyes flash. 

But yesterday, 
The cruel way 
Led to the Cross athwart the night. 
Today is found 
The Bearer crowned, 
And all the Crucifix — sunlight. 

Away, away, 

My yesterday! 
And let the tears, that downward glide, 

Enter the glass 

Of joy, to pass 
Into the Risen Ocean-tide! 

Yes, joy today, 

Sing grief away, 
Ring "Gloria" upon the breeze! 

For Easter brings 

The Source and Springs 
Of the "Gloria" of Eternal Seas." 

—A. C. M., S. J. 


Outcast land! leper land! 

Let the lone wolf-cry all express 
The hate insensate of thy hand, 

Thy heart's abysmal loneliness. 

OBERT W. SERVICE needs but little introduction to American 
readers. His fame as a war poet has steadily grown. Today 
no treasury of war poetry is complete without; his contribu- 
tions. Those verses written through vigils of the night, in 
filthy barns by candle light, in dugouts sagging and aflood, 
on istretohers stiff and seared with blood, by ragged grove 
and ruined road, by broken altars and blackened shrines — these verses have 
attained an unexpected but deserving popularity. 

Yet it is as the Poet of the Yukon that he appeals most to us. In the 
"Spell of the Yukon" he tells of the great lure in the land of the unknown. 
The motives which inspire the adventurer to turn his back on civiliza- 
tion are well set forth. 

I wanted the gold, and I sought it; 

I scrabbled and muckled like a slave. 
Was it famine or scurvy I fought it? 
I hurled my youth into a grave. 

On his arrival in Alaska he first begins to curse the land with its 
dizzy mountains and its deep death-like valleys. He thinks even that God 
may have been tired when He made it. Yet after a time he fall's a prey 
to the spell and is soon heard to say — 

Some say it's a fine land to shun. 
Maybe ; but there's some as would have it 
For no 'land on earth — and I'm one. 

Even when the miner retraces his steps to more genial climes his 
thoughts still cling to that land where the mountains are nameless and the 
rivers run God knows where. There lives of men are erring and deaths 
just hang by a hair, yet the land keeps beckoning and he wants to go back 
and he will. 

They're making my money dininish ; ; 

I'm siick of the taste of champagne. 
Thank God, when I'm skinned to a finish, 

I'll pike to the Yukon again. 

In the Three Voices the same craze for loneliness is depicted, 
poet's love of nature in her wild state is shown in the lines—* 



Here by the camp fire's flicker, 
Deep in my blanket curled, 
I long for the peace of pine gloom 

When the scroll of the Lord is unfurled 
And the wind and the wave are silent 

And world is singing to world. 

This same longing is portrayed in the Call of the Wild. To those 
soaked in convention and primed with preaching, whose lives are lived in a 
show case, he says — 

There's a whisper on the night wind, there's a star agleam to guide us 
And the wild is calling, calling let us go. 

In the beautiful poem entitled the Lone Trail, he calls on them to 

Bid good-bye to sweetheart, bid good-bye to friend, 
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow to* the end, 
Tarry not and fear not, chosen of the few, 
Lover of the Lone Trail, the Lone Trail waits for you. 

Those who would understand that summons better should read the ex- 
quisitely wrought poem, "The Lure of Little Voices." The awful lonely 
places are haunting him, whining and whimpering as if each had a soul. 
There's calling from the wilderness, the vast and God-like space — those 
dark and sullen solitudes that sentinel the Pole. He thus describes their 
pleading — 

And now they're all acrying and it's no use me denying 
The spell of them is on me and I'm helpless as a child. 
My heart is aching, aching, but I hear them, sleeping waking, 
It's the lure of little voices, it's the mandate of the wild. 

In the Law of the Yukon he tells how this land makes it plain that 
she wants not the foolish or feeble, but tlhe sane and strong. She scorns 
the spawn of the gutters and cries to civilization who sent her so many of 
that class in the first great gold rush "Go take back your spawn again." 
Wide are her borders, stern her sway, and from her ruthless throne the 
land of the Yukon has ruled a million years and a day, hugging her nightly 
treasure waiting for man to come. When the scum did come she weeded out 
this deadline with her great law — that the weak should perish and only the 
strong survive. All she sought was men. And now none but men will brave 
her trails. To these the sons of her mettle, bound to establish her fame 
who search her uttermost valleys and shoot her wrathful mountain rapids 
and rip her mountain sides for treasure — >to these she speaks as a mother 
to her children. 

I am the land that listens, I'm the land that broods; 
Steeped in eternal beauty, crystalline waters and woods ; 
Long have I waited, lonely shunned as a thing accurst; 
Monstrous, moody, pathetic, the last of lands and the first 


Visioning camp fires at twilight, sad with a longing forlorn, 
Feeling my womb o'er pregnant with the seed of cities unborn, 
Wild and wide are my borders, stern as death is my sway, 
And I wait for the men Who will win me, 
And I will not be won in a day- 

The strange inequality of the characters that crowd the Yukon and 
the premature death that overtakes so many is described in "The Parson's 

The mining gamble, the thousands squandered on cards, women and 
drink and the early Dawson days when money was just like dirt, easy to 
get and spend, are all portrayed. Well might the parson's soni say as he 
squatted alone in his shack, on the weird nights When the northern lights 
shoot up from the frozen zone — 

Twenty years in the Yukon, struggling along its creeks — 
Roaming its giant valleys, scaling its god-like peaks, 
Bathed in its fiery sunsets, fighting it's fiendish cold ; 
Twenty years in the Yukon, twenty years and I'm old. 

The tragedies of the gambling den are told in the shooting of Dan Mc- 
Grew. While in the Low Down White the sin and shame of less desirable 
characters are portrayed. 

The humorous side of life in the trail is shown in the cremation 
of Sam McGee on the marge of Lake Lebarge. The old Tennessean is always 
cold and when about to cash in, owing to his drea'd of the icy grave, asks 
his pal to cremate his last remains. The promise is made. Sam's corpse 
is stuffed into a furnace in an old log cabin, but when his partner returns 
he finds Sam sitting in the midst of the flames alive and well. 

And there sat Sam looking cool and calm 

In the heart of the furnace roar, 
And he wore a smile you could see a mile 

And he said "Please close that door. 
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear 

You'll let in the cold and storm. 
Since I left Plumtree down in Tennessee 

It's the first time I've been warm." 

Well might his pal exclaim as he winds up his yarn : 

There are strange things done in the midnight sun, 

By the men who moil for gold 
The Arctic trails have their secret tales 

That would make your blood run cold. 
The northern lights have seen queer sights, 

But the queerest they ever did see 
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge 
I cremated Sam McGee. 

— D. Casey, B.S. '24. 


PaBHFttgn- Nn. 2DB5 


HE TRAIN WAS ENTERING the Grand Central Terminal Sta- 
tion in New York City. The passengers were preparing to 

"Never mind, porter, I'll take this black bag; you may put 
the suit case outside-" The speaker was rather tall of fine 
physique. His was a pleasant face with features well chiselled, 
a rather pointed nose and a square chin, indicative of more than ordinary 
determination. His eyes were a trifle close, however, and his eyebrows 
beetling. In his glance was evidenced a glint of craftiness which gave him 
a shrewd business like appearance. 

Alighting from the train he picked his way through the motley throng 
that crowded the terminal and gained the surface of the street. Hailing a 
passing taxi he was taken to the Martinique, where he registered as Michael 
O'Hara, Akron, Ohio- Having tidied up he ate lunch in a nearby restaurant, 
From there he went to the steamship office to confirm his booking of previ- 
ous date. He was told that his boat would leave the following afternoon. At 
all times he had carried the black bag with him. To a casual observer he 
might have passed for a prosperous business man on vacation, but a detec- 
tive would have watched him a little closer. The tenacity with which he 
clung to that black bag was not above suspicion. 

The next day on his way to the pier he bought a newspaper. The head- 
lines were startling, "Big diamond robbery in Ohio." The paper then dis- 
closed the fact that the theft had been wrought in Cincinnati the day be- 
fore. The man was believed to have left for New York on his way to a 
South American port. He read the acticle twice and smiled. 

His entire baggage was undisturbed by the custom officials on the pre- 
sentation of a card identifying him as a government employee- He clung 
to his black bag. The Monmouth cast anchor that afternoon. As the steamer 
left the wharf O'Hara was on the promenade deck, with his bag, interested 
in the farewells exchanged. He sauntered up and down the deck until 
Gotham's famous skyline appeared as a blur on the horizon. Thereupon he 
went below to his cabin. 

During the entire trip he confined himself to his stateroom. Even his 
meals were sent to him on the plea of being indisposed by a severe attack of 
mal de mer. He was never seen by the passengers and spoke seldom if at 
all to the stewards. 

However, he was not entirely unobserved. Late at night he would steal 
out of his room, bag in hand, and walk for hours on the silent deck watching 
the waves splashing against the sides of the vessel or peering back in the 
moonlight at the huge track which the great ocean greyhound was leaving 
in its wake. One night a belated steward almost tumbled over him as 
O'Hara was coming up a companionway. Even in the pale moonlight the 
traveler was seen to turn ghastly pale. The steward mumbled an apology 
and the other passed on. But he walked with uncertain tread and held 
the black bag with a nervous grip. The steward was a wise flunky and 


took a mental note of the incident. He reported the affair to the captain 
and spoke of it to his friends among the passengers and crew. 

No action was taken, however, and the next day the ship entered the 
Mersey and the granite docks of Liverpool loomed into view. 

O'Hara landed and went straight away to a steamship and again booked 
a passage- This time he crossed the Irish sea as Dublin was his destina- 
tion. From the metropolis he went by rail to Galway. The city was more 
than ordinarily crowded as the time for the annual pilgrimage to Croagh 
Patrick, the famous shrine of the national patron, was at hand. Arrived 
there, O'Hara directed himself to an undertaking establishment and next 
morning, the 17th of March, set out with the pilgrims for the mount. He 
walked all the way, and continued to carry his black bag with him. Many 
of the pilgrims offered to relieve him of his burden, but he persistently 
refused to leave it out of his hand. Even at the resting places where re- 
freshments were served he still continued to hold it. It was only when he 
reached the top of the mountain that he consentecl to leave it rest on the 
ground. As he did so a young man walked up behind him and putting 
his hand on his shoulder said, "I've been watching you since you left the 
Grand Central, would you kindly tell me what have you got in that bag?" 
"These," replied O'Hara as he undid the clasp, "these are my mother's 

We were sitting in the village rectory at Croagh Patrick as Father 
Carroll finished his story. "Yes," he said as he looked towards the moun- 
tain still livid with the flames of the setting sun, "that was a strange pil- 
grimage — the strangest we have ever had in these parts." "I myself 
had the story from O'Hara. His mother had been born in Ireland and died 
in America some three years ago. She had made a vow to make the great 
annual pilgrimage, but was prevented by the war. On her death-bed she 
was worried at not having fulfilled her promise, so she summoned her son 
to her side and made him swear that as she had not gone there in life he 
would bring her in death. To fulfil his promise he had the bones taken up, 
and now if you look towards that large Celtic cross you will see where he 
laid them after fulfilling his strange pilgrimage." 


At irrak of flag 

When the freshness of soul and of spirit 
At the break of the day is borne, 

To all places, all nations, and peoples 
On the pinions of hurrying morn, 

I steal through the slumbering village 
To Christ's lonely temple of prayer 

To unite in closest communion 
With our Dear Savior there. 

Oh, how glad is the Heart of our Savior ! 

How expectant His Eye and His Ear! 
Oh, how anxious to catch the first foot-fall 

Of some lover wandering near. 

And behold, now, some lonely matrons, 

By their sorrow bent down and their years, 
Are bending in low adoration, 
Christ's first sweet visitors. 

Then after the mass is over 

And the sultry day is begun, 
How that Heart beats fast on the altar, 

Beats with love for everyone! 

The widow, made haggard by sorrow, 

The children in innocent joy, 
The sick and sad, the afflicted, 

The tattered beggar boy, 

The just and the wicked together, 
The old and the young side by side, 

Every heart with a thought and a feeling, 
Can here in Dear Jesus confide. 

'Tis here they can pour out their sorrow 
When there's no one else to hear. 

'Tis here they can speak of their dangers 
When no one else is near. 

'Tis here they can kneel in silence 

Before Love's Sacrament. 
'Tis here they find joy, strength and comfort 

When their hearts are torn and are rent. 


When the mellow voice of the steeple 

The Angelus calls aloud, 
And the vast spacious temple is covered 

With darkness as with a shroud, 

Then, indeed, does our Saviour feel lonely 
All by Himself through the night, 

With no friends in His sweet company 
And no lovers in His sight. 

Then He yearns for the light of morning 

To burst o'er the hills of gray, 
To fill all the land with beauty 

And drive the dark night away; 

For some lover to kneel at the altar 

Of His own house of prayer, 
And unite in closest communion 
With our Dear Saviour there. 

-G. P. S. 


£01190 of tlj? (Urlt 

WAT J STUDENT OF IRISH HISTORY can be unaware of the fact 
IfaJL-LI that it has been the peculiar destiny of this Nation of Sor- 
"' rows to lose by unseasonable death the only men who were en- 
dowed with the genius and energy to guide her unharmed 
through the strife. Too seldom have Ireland's champions lived 
to reap the mature fruit of their toil. The insidious Angel of 
Death has preferred to take her chieftains unprepared in the noon of their 
manhood — too often before that noon arrived. Owen Roe, snatched on 
the eve of victory ; Wolf Tone, done to death ere his life's work was begun ; 
Lord Edward — all these are classic examples. It was not otherwise with 
him in which songs were born that spirit which characterizes the modern 
Gael as he strives for his country's place in the sun. I refer to that songster 
of the nation — the Celt — Thomas Osborne Davis. He is but little known 
outside his native shores, yet his ringing lyrics aroused a nation and no 
one can claim familiarity with modern Irish endeavor who cannot identify 
his poetry as one of its chief causes. He never wrote poetry till three 
years before his death and his songs had scarce begun to breathe a new 
life into his people when his own career was ended. Born on the banks of 
Ireland's most beautiful river — the Blackwater, Spenser's "Auniduff" — 
his childhood amongst the glorious hilfe of Munster, must have nursed and 
cherished that love for his people and country Which was ever peculiar to 
him. Entering Trinity College, he distinguished himself not as a dull prem- 
ium man, but as an omnivorous reader. His reputation for high ability of 
any kind was but limited, we are told, and he left the university as Burke 
and Goldsmith had done, without distinction. He did not suspect that he 
could make verses until the establishment of the Nation newspaper, and 
then from a calm deliberate conviction that from amongst other agencies 
for arousing the national spirit, fresh, manly, vigorous, national songs and 
ballads must by no means be neglected, he conscientiously set to work to 
manufacture the article wanted. The result was that torrent of impas- 
sioned poetry which flashed through the columns of the Nation week by 
week and made many an eager boy from the Giant's Causeway to Cape 
Clear cut open the weekly sheet with a hand shaken by excitement to 
kindle his heart with the glowing thought of the "Celt." 

To the poor peasant the glory of his country was unfolded — 

She is a rich and rare land ; 
Oh ! she's a fresh and fair land ; 
She is a dear and rare land 
This native land of mine. 

He was told to 

Send the cry throughout the land, 

"Who's for our own again ? 
Summon all men to our band, 
Why not our own again ?" 


It had been Davis' hope as a boy to see this purpose accomplished. 
While Greece had her three hundred who bled for her freedom at Ther- 
mopylae and Rome had her three heroes who kept the( Sublician bridge, 
it was his prayer that his country's fetters be rent in twain and Ireland 
long a province be a Nation once again — 

And from that time through wildest woe 

That hope has shone a far light, 

Nor could love's brightest summer glow 

Outshine that solemn starlight. 

It seemed to watch above my head 

In forum, field and fane 

Its angel voice sang round my bed 

A nation once again. 

The state of Ireland when he began to write was never better ex- 
pressed than in his verses, The West's Asleep — 

When all beside a vigil keep, 

The West's Asleep, The West's Asleep. 

Alas ! and well may Erin weep 

When Connaught lies in slumber deep, 

There lake and plain smile fair and free. 

Mid rocks — their guardian chivalry 

Sing oh ! let man learn liberty 

From crashing wind and lashing sea. 

He told the down-trodden people that the great God had never planned 
a home so grand for slumbering slaves. A brave and haughty race for long 
had sentinelled the place- The glory of those who died to save their land 
by Aughrim's slopes and Shannon's wave was not yet destroyed by their 
sons' disgrace. The last words of the poem well! express the purpose of his 

But hark — some voice like thunder spake, 
The West's Awake — The West's Awake. 

To make this a reality he showed forth the glories of Ireland's history. 
The halcyon days before the invasion when the Irish chiefs carried their 
swag to the very gates of Rome are portrayed in the "True Irish King." 
Caesar had a wider demesne, the Ard Righ of France more clans in his 
train. The sceptre of Spain is more heavy with gems and our crowns cannot 
vie with the Greek diadems. 

But Kinglier, far before heaven and man, 
Are the Emerald fields and the fiery-eyed clan, 
The sceptre, and state, and the poets who sing, 
And the swords that encircle a true Irish king. 

The bravery of those Normans who after the invasion became more 
Irish than the Irish themselves is well pictured in the "Geraldines" — 


The Geraldines ! The Geraldines ! 'tis full a thousand years 
Since 'mid the Tuscan vineyards, bright flashed their battle spears 
When Capet seized the crown of France their iron shields were known 
And their sabre-dint struck terror on the banks of the Garonne 
Across the downs of Hastings they spurred hard by William's side 
And the grey sands of Palestine with Moslem blood they dyed 
And, oh ! through many a dark campaign they proved their prowess 

In Leinster's plains and Munster's vales on king and chief and kerne. 

Yet they had not long breathed Irish air and fed on our venison, and 
had their children nursed by Irish mothers when from their full and genial 
hearts an Irish feding burst. The English monarchs strove in vain by law 
and force to win from Irish ways this more than Irish tribe. The death of 
Owen Roe by poison as he was about to meet Cromwell in battle is lamented 
and vengeance called upon his enemies. 

May God wither up their hearts, may their blood cease to flow, 
May they walk in living death, Who poisoned Owen Roe. 

His followers are compared to "sheep without a shepherd when the 
snow shut out the sky. The death of Saisfield on Landen's plairi in the 
service of France when as the blood rushes from his death wound he cries, 
"Oh ! that this were for Ireland," is held up as the model death of a patriot. 
The deeds of the Irish brigade are also told. The scene on the eve of battle 
when the mess tent is full and the glasses are set and the galant Count 
Thomand, president of the Wild Geese rises like an uplifted lance and pro- 
poses a toast to the French monarch, is decidedly characteristic. We feel 
for those rollicking heroes, the victors of Fontenoy who 

Fought as they revelled, fast, fiery and true, 
And though victors, they left on the field not a few, 
And they who survived fought and drank as of yore, 
But the land of their hearts hope they never saw more, 
For in far foreign fields from Dunkirk to Belgrade, 
Lie the soldiers and chiefs of the Irish Brigade. 

Davis wrote no lines more pathetic than those at the grave of Tone- 
His own early end makes them all the more so. 

In Bodenstown Churchyard there is a green grave, 
And wildly along it the winter winds rave. 

It would be idle here to compare Davis with the other patriots of his 
day. Sufficient to say that the most dangerous foe the English dominion 
has had in a generation is buried in the cemetery of Mount Jerome, in the 
southern suburbs of Dublin. Had his cause been crowned with immediate 
success his works would be of more interest. The man is gone, but his spirit 


lives, and as the heroes of modern Irish agitation recall the green grave of 
Thomas Davis they are forced to repeat the words of a voice long stilled: 

We must not fail, we must not fail, 
However fraud or force assail, 
By honor, pride and policy, 
By Heaven itself, we must be free. 

— E. Strauss, A-B. '20. 


3tt ll|e JBtimigljt §mt 


was a middle-aged, prosperous looking man who was examining 
the prostrate form of a poor unfortunate a few moments after 
R R R\ the street car accident. And then a very strange thing happened. 
vSfe/ As I looked up into my uncle's face I surprised him in the act 

^* II of smiling. Now in the ordinary course of events it is a pleasant 
sensation to see one of our fellow creatures smiling, but coming as it did 
from one of my kinsfolk and under such circumstances it was repulsive, 
even ghastly. 

This incident occurred a good many years ago whilst I was still in my 
teens and consequently the story I am about to relate is not very fresh 
in my mind. It was a good many months before I finally wheedled the 
tale from Uncle; Tom. He had been a miner in '98 when all the world 
went wild over the gold rumors in Alaska and he was one of the first to 
penetrate the hidden vastnesses on the Yukon. Now after! years of toil 
and privation, after years of wandering and hunting he had finally given 
up the quest and came home looking much the worse for his adventures, 
but with a wealth of experiences and interesting anecdotes about the land 
of strong men. 

We were seated by the fire comfortably housed in from the storm that 
was raging without. All afternoon I had devoted myself to my books, but 
as the afternoon waned and the evening edged on the storm increased in 
violence and fury; drawing my chair up closer I addressed Uncle Tom. 
He was smoking his pipe, and at first it appeared as though he had not 
heard me. Finally knocking the ashes out with his shoe he crossed his 
knees and settling back more comfortably in his chair inquired: 

"What was that you just asked me, sonny?" 

"I want to know why you laughed the day we saw that poor fellow 
dying in the street." It was a few moments before he spoke as uncle 
always thought a long time before he started talking. 

"Now, sonny, you are the only one I have left. In a few years I'll be 
gone on a long journey and you will be left all to yourself. I know you're 
big enough and strong enough to look out for your own interests, but there 
are just a few things which are going to come your way to tempt you 
when you least expect them. If you ever go up there in the cold country 
one of the hardest habits to keep from acquiring is going to be the 'snow' 
habit. Of course, you don't know what 'snow' is, being so young and 
ignorant, but when you're as old as I am and have seen as many things as 
I have you will realize what a curse to humanity it is. Some peoplqf call 
it morphine, but up there it was just plain 'snow.' 

"It was in '96 that I first met 'snow,' Charlie. I was working on/ the 
Fledow mine a few miles out from Sitka and one night the boss sent me 
into town for some supplies. It was snowing like all get out and the dogs 
snarled and whined in fear as I harnessed them to the sled. As we set off 
down the broken trail the wind moaned and howled in the nearby trees 
whilst the snow felt like so many fine pointed needles as the flakes bit into 


my cheeks. It certainly was a terrible night and I cursed the boss under 
my breath for sending me. When I was just about a mile from town the 
dogs stopped dead in their tracks. Now when an Eskimo dog stops there 
must be some very good reason, so I went ahead to investigate. There a 
few feet in front lay huddled in the snow the figure of a man. He was un- 
conscious and half frozen and after giving him a nip from my flask, 1 
bundled him on the sled and started on again. In town it didn't take long 
to bring Charlie around and after that night we became fast friends. 

"A college graduate he was, intelligent and witty, but criminally ad- 
dicted to narcotics. During the course of his wanderings he had come to 
Sitka and at Sitka he remained- Under the artificial stimulus of the drug 
he painted pictures as a livelihood and these he sold to the miners when 
they came into town on pay days,, who took them as coveted treasures 
back to their dingy huts. There during the cold winter months some former 
real estate man or musician would sit for hours gloating over these little 
glimpses of green meadows and barren mountain tops. But on the end of 
each bill of sale Charlie would invariably add a certain little sum for dope 
which he said brought him inspiration. When the boats left in the spring 
they always carried with them an order for a fresh supply of 'snow' to 
be brought from the states. Well, as I said before, as the weeks passed 
Charlie and I waxed more intimate. Neither of us had any friends and we 
revelled in each other's company. Many were the nights that we sat over 
our glasses of brandy swapping story for story and watching the dancers 
and the faro games ; but whatever we did Charlie always seemed to have 
the edge on me. He was shameless about using the needle and after an 
injection his eyes would sparkle and glow, a red hue would come into his 
cheeks and his whole body would radiate energy. During these frequent 
occasions his tongue loosened, his speech came free and easy and his repar- 
tee to some of my jokes on him was unparalleled. 

"Then there came the time when I began to miss Charlie on Saturday 
nights. At first I thought nothing much of the matter, but as week 
after week elapsed without any word from him I began to grow uneasy. 
Expectancy blended into impatience and impatience into anxiety, until at 
last the inevitable happened. Word was brought to me that Charlie had 
died. He was without friends and I knew what kind of burial he would 
receive were I not there to superintend the last rites over my departed 
comrade. To make a long story short, it took me only a very few hours 
to reach the cabin where Charlie lay on an old bed. His only mourners 
were a few unshaven wrecks who sat around in different postures of re- 
laxation. An aged, shabbily dressed doctor stood in the corner nursing his 
beard with his big unkempt hands. Up there in that Icountry he was con- 
sidered a wizard of his profession, but if the truth must be told, I believe 
he only had a smattering of education- I walked directly up to him and in 
a low voice inquired: 

" 'Doctor, is it really true that he is dead?' 

" 'Oh, there can be no doubt as to that,' he said. 

" 'But how did it come about ? I don't recall hearing of him in any 

" 'Well,' he replied, 'you know Charlie was a drug fiend. The more 
dope he took the more he required to bring about that state of mind which 


he thought was necessary for the successful continuance of his painting. 
Now last spring when his supply came in it was entirely too small to meet 
his ever increasing demand and after a few weeks it was entirely exhausted. 
After that Charlie went from bad to worse until he just finally up and died. 
It's a very strange case and I don't believe I ever'heard of anything more 
unnatural.' With that the old doctor sunk back into his meditative mood 
and I went over for a last look at Charlie. 

"There on the table lay his hyperdermic needle with the unopened 
package of 'snow' which had arrived a few hours before. As I stood fin- 
gering it a thought struck me. Why not give it to Charlie now whilst he 
was dead, since he had died for want of it ? Action suited the thought and 
I filled the syringe. Taking hold of his arm I pinched the flesh together 
and injected the liquid. Then the wonder of wonders occurred. Charlie 
blinked his eyes and sat up in bed. I couldn't tell you how surprised I 
was, sonny, the way those bums tumbled out of that shack, made me 
creepy all over. With a T was expecting something like this,' the old doc- 
tor beat a hasty retreat. You know Charlie was only in a trance, a case of 
suspended animation as it were, and the dope made his paralized muscles 
relax, thereby bringing him out of his lethargy. That's why I laughed 
when the man said the exact phrase the doctor had used that day on the 
street, for it brought back the old story of Charlie-" 

"But, Uncle Tom," I lisped, "what ever did become of Charlie?" 

"Oh," said he, as he recrossed his cramped legs, "a few years later I 
again received news of his death. That time I didn't hasten to the place 
as on the former occasion, but I went slowly and leisurely. When I got 
there the old doctor greeted me with the old familiar saying and I repeated 
the performance with the dope. This time, however, Charlie didn't wake 
up, so I concluded that he really must be dead. You know I didn't want 
to tell you the last part because the doctor happened to guess rightly that 
time ; but now its late and you had better run along up to bed." And that's 
how I screwed the story of "snow" Charlie out of Uncle Tom- 

As I climbed reluctantly but wearily up the staircase, I turned to say, 
'Good night,' and for the second time in a year I surprised that smile 
twitching around the corners of Uncle Tom's lips as he probably lived over 
again those hard days of his youth. 


A lallato nf 3I?bus attfc Hanj 


Only for her, a flash of joy, 

The angels, the star, the myrrh, 
The fleeting smile of her little Boy, 

This was God's solace for her. 

Only for Him, the peace at home, 

Bethlehem, Nazareth, 
The kiss of those lips by Faith struck dumb 

Before His labours and death- 

Only for her, the long, lean days, 

. When He had left her side ; 
Alone she must tread earth's desert ways 
To the Hill of the crucified. 

Only for Him, Sin's gift of woe, 

Betrayals and utter scorn, 
The awful scourging to undergo, 

And a cross uphill to be borne. 

Then for these two, the agony 

Upon Good Friday's Day, 
He hanging high on His gallows-tree, 

She helpless, to watch and pray. 

But peace at last after roar and strife, 
For the gift of the Rood is eternal Life! 

—J. C. 










ilnel OUjanMrr fflfarrta 


HO IS THE boy or girl who has never heard the tales of Br'er 
Rabbit and his many friends of the animal world ? Of the "Tar- 
Baby" and the many mean tricks he played upon Br'er Rabbit? 
These two characters as well as others were made immortal 

by "Uncle Remus" in his stories to "the little boy," who sat 

spellbound upon his knee while "Miss Sally" hovered near to lend encour- 
agement. Those same tales have charmed the little boys and girls of two 
generations and enabled the "Miss Sally's" of the world wide to deal out 
their treasures of delight to wondering lisping babes, and will continue to 
charm as long as Br'er Rabbit runs "lippity-elippity" and Br'er Fox "lays 
low" in his burrow. 

Though Uncle Remus always says, "The tale come down from my great- 
grandaddy's grandaddy; it come on down to my daddy. Des ez he gun 
it ter me des dat-a-way I done gun it ter you"; this is only the author's 
modesty for most of the tales were born and all were fashioned in his own 
fertile fancy- 

This modest author was born in Middle Georgia. To be exact, in Eaton- 
ton, the capital of Putnam County, on December 9, 1848. Of Joel Chandler 
Harris, as such was his name, a complete autobiography is given in his 
own book, "On the Plantation." From this we gather our first glimpse of 
his life in the little post office of Eatonton which served also as a country 
store. He is sitting upon a rickety old faded green sofa, in a corner of 
which he used to curl up nearly every day, reading such stray newspapers 
as he could lay his hands on. He is reading in a Middledgeville paper the 
announcement of a Mr. Turner, whose acquaintance he has recently made, 
that he will begin the publication the following Tuesday of a weekly news- 
paper, to be called the "Countryman." It is to be modelled after Addison's 
"Spectator" and Goldsmith's "Bee," of which he has heard, for he has had 
a few terms at the Eatonton Academy and read many of the best books of 
the Eighteenth Century. He is never at best a studious lad, but is fond 
of reading and is of an adventurous turn of mind. Due to this the villagers 
are ready to declare that he will come to some bad end if he is not more 
frequently dosed with what the old folks call "hickory oil." However, he 
has a strange sympathy with animals of all kinds, especially horses and 
dogs and a deeper tenderer sympathy with all human beings. 

At last the first issue of the "Countryman" arrives and is read from be- 
ginning to end. The most important thing in it, however, was an an- 
nouncement that the editor wanted a boy to learn the printing business. 
The lad applied for the place and got it, and so at the age of twelve found 
himself living with Mr. Turner in an ideal situation for the richest and 
mo.-^t healthful development of his talents. He was about nine miles from 
Eatonton, on a plantation of some two thousand acres, which was well 
supplied with slaves, horses, dogs, and games of different kinds- Mr. 
Turner was a lover of books and had a choice collection of two or three 
thousand volumes. Combined with these, on the planation he learned to 


hunt coons and 'possums from the negroes and from them also heard many 
of those stories which have placed him in the list of immortals. 

Typesetting came easy to him, and the lad had the dogs to himself in 
the late afternoons and the books at nights. The scholarly planter turned 
him loose to browse at will in his library, only now and then giving him a 
judicious hint. Of his favorites were the "Vicar of Wakefield," the Bible, 
and Shakespeare, Job, Ecclesiastes, and Paul's writings are his prime 
favorites ; but all good books interested him more or less. 

Among these books he lived for several years, and almost before he 
knew it he had acquainted himself with those writers who lend wings to 
the creative imagination. With the acquisition of knowledge went also 
hand in hand an observation of nature and of life. When he came to the 
plantation his observant eye took in everything, and the observations of 
the boy became the basis of lifelong convictions and principles of the man. 
His greatest nature gift, sympathy, put him in touch with dog and horse 
and black runaway and white deserter with the master and with the 
slaves. There was nothing these (the slaves) were not ready to do for 
him at any time of the day or night. Taking him into their inner! life, 
they poured a wealth of legendary folklore and story into his retentive 
ear, and revealed their true nature to him ; for it is not a race that plays its 
tricks unreservedly, before the eyes of everybody. 

The necessity of expressing himself in writing came upon him early in 
life, though he had never had the slightest desire to become a man of let- 
ters. His first efforts appeared in the "Countryman," sent in anonymously, 
but kindly notice and encouragement soon induced him to throw off the 
disguise and write regularly. He had just begun to widen his range and 
include local articles, essays and poetry when Sherman's "March Through 
Georgia" brought a corps of his army to the Turner Plantation and when 
they had departed they left little behind them except a changed order of 
things. The Countryman passed away and a larger world beckoned to 
the young writer and he went out into it. In a humble way hd made a 
name for himself, but the old plantation days still lived in his dreams- 
First setting his "string" on the "Macon Daily Telegraph," then in a few 
months he is in New Orleans as private secretary to the editor of the 
"Crescent Monthly." In a short while he returns to Georgia to become 
editor of the "Forsyth Advertiser." Here in addition to the editorial work, 
he set the type, worked off the edition on a hand press, and wrapped and 
directed his papers for the mail. His brilliant editorials attracted the at- 
tention of all and especially of Colonel W. T. Thompson, then editor of the 
"Savannah Daily News." He offered Mr. Harris a place on his staff, which 
was accepted. In later years he became a member of the editorial staff 
of the "Atlanta Constitution." Here it was that his real success sprang 
into being, for previous to his connection with this paper he had written 
but one article that gave promise of his future development. 

The resignation of Mr. S. W. Small from this paper placed the obliga- 
tion of upholding its more than local reputation for humorous negro dialect 
sketches in the hands of Mr. Harris. He, taking an old negro he had known 
on Mr. Turner's plantation and making him chief spokesman, brought out 
in several sketches the contrast between the old and the new condition of 
things. Soon tiring of these he wrote one night the first sketch in "Legends 


of the Plantation," in which "Uncle Remus" initiates the "Little Boy" just 
as they now appear in his first published volume, "Uncle Remus : His Songs 
and Sayings." Fame came at once, since Mr. Harris had been the first to 
show the plantation darky\ in his true aspect ; that of a very attractive 

Other phases of negro character very different from those presented 
in the, "Legends" appeared in the "Savings" and in various "Sketches." 
But in "Nights with Uncle Remus," "Daddy Jake" and the "Runaway" 
and "Uncle Remus and His Friends," we again return to the old plantation 
home; "daddy," "mammy" and the "field hands" are once more back in 
their old places with happy, smiling faces, while snatches of songs and 
medleys float on the summer air. 

Joel Chandler Harris did not, however, confine his talent merely to 
the writing of children's tales. As he had said, he found it necessary to 
express himself in writing, which led to "Sister Jane Gabriel Tolliver" and 
"On the Plantation." In these he dwells on the injustices of the! Recon- 
struction and shows they are not chargeable to the negroes, but to a party 
"of scalawags and carpet-baggers." 

Mr. Harris had a firm belief in an all-abiding Providence and the Chris- 
tian scheme of Salvation, and though his wife was a graduate of the Pre- 
sentation Convent of Montreal, and his children had all been brought up in 
the Catholic Faith, it was not until death was near at hand that he asked 
for Baptism. With all his evidences of his belief in .Catholicity, he was 
often asked why he did not enter the Church, but to all he would say, he 
"was not yet good enough to become a Catholic" and that "perhaps the 
old doubts would come back." 

His sensitiveness may have had something to do with it for as a Catho- 
lic he would have had to enter a crowded church every Sunday and he 
would not bear a crowd. No inducement had ever prevailed on him to 
appear publicly either as a reader or as a lecturer and as he said on one 
occasion of his being asked to lecture, "I would not do so for $1,000,000." 

He contracted an illness and two days before he deemed it mortal sent 
for Fr. Jackson and asked for Baptism, which he received on the Feast of 
St. John the Baptist, after reciting the Creed and the profession of Catholic 
Faith. His one regret was that he had not been baptised sooner. On July 
8, he died, leaving us to take his place among the immortals, since through 
his familiar personifications of "creeturs" of Mr. Sun and Sister Moon, 
Uncle Wind and Brother Dust, there runs a tender intimacy that recalls 
the nature-love of St. Francis; and in his all-abiding trust in Providence 
he is akin to the Saint of Assisi. 


3lj? Ultanggmfit 

BY D. M. STEWART, B.S. '23. 


These emphatic words were uttered by Lefty Thomas, the 
noted southpaw of the Hillsboro team, as he sat on the players' 

"Aw come off, Lefty, how d'ye git that way?" spoke up Joe 
Lyle, auburn-haired, and guard of the initial sack, also of Hills- 

Lefty arose and spat viciously on the ground before replying. "Tha 
skirts gimme a pain ; don't want any of 'em !" Then he added, "Come on, 
Joe, let's get out on the field." 

Just then the hoarse voice of the umpire barked to the crowd in the 

"The batterie-e-es for Oakland, Wheeler an' Carson; for Hillsboro, 
Thomas an' Hunt.— Play ball !" 

This was the opening game of the season. The meeting of Oakland 
and Hillsboro, two rival towns in the first game, brought many out to wit- 
ness it. The stands contained a liberal sprinkling of both sexes. Many a 
typical American youngster was preparing to enjoy "his grandmother's 

Lefty, now in the box, whipped a fast one to the catcher, who in turn 
pegged to second. 

"Batter up!" called the umpire, and Red Carraghan, lead-off man for 
Oakland, stepped to the plate. 

The catcher signalled for a fast, low one. Thomas wound up slowly, 
and shot the ball square across the plate, on a line with the batter's knees. 

"Strike one !" coughed the umpire. 

"Go get 'em, Lefty, old boy !" shouted an enthusiastic fan. "Atta, boy," 
chorused the multitude. 

Again Thomas delivered, and Carraghan swung, just missing the ball. 

"Strike tuh!" from the umpire, and the crowd cheered. The next one 
was right over, a nd Carraghan caught it squarely, only to send it sailing 
into the waiting hands of the right fielder. 

"Batter's out !" And the stands went wild. 

O'Hara, the next batter, knocked an easy grounder to third, and 1 was 
thrown out. 

Smith was up last. On the second ball pitched, he poled a graceful fly 
to center. 

Lefty, on his way to the bench, was overtaken by Lylej 

"Gee, Lefty, there's a swell bunch of dames out hei'e," began Lyle, teas- 

"Aw, for the lova Mike, dry up !" he snapped. "If ya say 'dames' to me 
again, I'll— I'll eat cha !" 

Lyle grinned, but said nothing. 

Hogan, for Hillsboro, was up. He took three and two, and grounded out. 

Black died on a pop fly to short. 


Curry, the third man up, knocked a Texas leaguer over second and 
reached first safely. 

Then Lyle came to bat. He fouled twice, but on the third one he hit a 
slow grounder to short and beat it out. Curry went to second. 

Miller was up next, but was thrown out trying to beat out a bunt. 

It~was a nip and tuck affair up to the eighth inning, neither side scor- 
ing. Hillsboro was in, and Hunt, the catcher, was up- He took the first, 
but sent the next in a steaming-hot grounder to second. The second base- 
man fumbled, and the runner arrived at first a mile ahead of the ball. 

Lefty was up. He sacrificed, and Hunt advanced to second. 

Hogan came to the plate with a grin and a long, heavy bat- He walloped 
the first ball to center field fence, scoring Hunt and collecting two bags 
himself. The next two batters, Black and Curry f lied out. 

In Oakland's half of the next inning, not a man reached first, so the 
game ended with the score, Hillsboro 1, Oakland 0. Wheeler allowed seven 
hits, Thomas two. 

At the clubhouse, Lyle approached Lefty. 

"Say, Lefty, how about a swell feed at the Garden tonight?" he asked. 

"Suits me," responded Lefty, cheerfully. 

At eight-thirty, Lyle and Lefty entered the Garden. The orchestra 
breathed sweet strains of music, and the fountain in the middle of the 
room threw a spray of tinted water. Selecting their table, they sat down. 
Lefty took in the restful scene of flowers and soft, shaded lights. The music 
struck pleasantly upon his ears, as he looked eagerly over his shoulder at 
the fountain- 

"This is the life," he sighed. 

His thoughts were cut short by the sound of feminine voices. Quickly 
he turned, and sure enough there were two attractive young ladies stand- 
ing next to Joe, and talking to him. 

"Lefty, meet Miss Barnes and her friend, Miss Goodwin," chirped Lyle. 

For a moment Lefty looked daggers at his pal. Then his face cleared. 

"Pleased to meetcha," he stammered, as he arose and bowed to them. 
"Wontcha sit down?" he asked, his face flushed with embarrassment. 

Miss Barnes looked at her friend, and she nodded. 

"Sure we will," she replied. "It's so good of you." So they joined the 

"You know, Mr. Thomas, Mildred just would have to meet you. She saw 
you win the game today. Say, wasn't it grand ?"So I told her that Mr. 
Lyle was a particular friend of mine, and he would introduce you to ner 
whenever we found you two together- Wasn't it luck that we dropped 
in on you?" babbled Miss Barnes. 

To repeat the fact, Lefty hated women. He would go a mile out of 
his way rather than meet up with one. Miss Barnes was really the kind 
he hated. She tired him with her incessant talking. The mere fact of her 
presence irritated him. But somehow, in spite of His hatred, he was im- 
pressed by Miss Goodwin. Her quiet manner and her pleasant attractive- 
ness was a novelty to him. He thought all women were like Miss Barnes, 


but surely Miss Goodwin was different. Before the meal was over, he found 
himself talking to her. 

After supper, he and Lyle accompanied the ladies home. As he pressed 
Miss Goodwin's hand in his, he found himself murmuring: 

"May I see you Saturday night?" 

"Please do," she echoed prettily. "Good night." 

When he and Joe stood waiting for the car, Lyle slapped him on the 
back — 

"You old rascal," he laughed. "You sure do hate women. Well, I'll be 
doggonned, if this ain't a good one to tell the boys !" 

"Ya HP red-headed shrimp, if ya do, I'll eatcha alive ! Keep ya trap shut 
or its tha undertaker for your'n !" retorted Lefty, hotly. 

So Lyle kept the affair a secret from the rest of the team. 

Saturday night found Lefty living up to his appointment. Miss Goodwin 
was waiting for him, and as they sat on the dark, cool porch, the presence 
of his companion sent a slight tremor of enjoyment through his whole body- 
Her voice was so soothing to him. In spite of his former dislike for the sex, 
he seemed to like this delightful girl more than he imagined. When he 
showed interest in any topic on which she spoke, her effort to increase 
his interest was most enjoyable. Something told Lefty that Miss Goodwin 
was no "ordinary woman," as he termed it. Her interest in baseball and 
her knowledge of the game amazed him. 

Many evenings after this found Lefty in the company of Miss Good- 
win. On several occasions he took her to the theatre, and afterwards to 
supper. So extremely fond had he grown of the girl, that lie felt he had 
known her for years. Many a time did each reveal their past lives, and 
from) this Lefty gathered that Miss Goodwin was living with a maiden 
aunt, as her father had died four years previous. Her mother had died 
when she was a baby, and her only brother was killed in France. This made 
Lefty feel a certain sadness and pity for her, and because of her misfor- 
tunes, he loved her all the more. He also found out that she was a great 
baseball fan, as her father and brother had been. *She had a cousin who 
played on the Thornville team, which was in the same league as Hillsboro. 

One evening, about three months after he had met her, they were sitting 
in the swing on the darkened porch, and were discussing the use of signals 
in baseball. 

"I've heard quite a lot about signals, but I don't understand how they 
are used," said Miss Goodwin. 

"For instance," replied Lefty, "take our team. When a man is on base, 
he depends upon the coach to signal him when to go down. The guy 
who coaches must be a whip at baseball, and must know all the 'inside' 
stuff- The coach will stoop over to tie his shoe, and from this the guy 
who is 'on' will get the signal to go down on the next ball pitched. If he 
claps his hands and hollers, 'Go get 'em, boy, you kin do it,' it means hold 
yer base, an' just play off a little bit." 

Of course, this was only part of his explanation, but he went on giving 
the details and signals of every play. He was so taken up with the girl 
that he didn't realize what he was doing. When he had finished, his hand 


accidently brushed against her's. He took it into his own and lifted it 
to his lips. 

"Dear," said Lefty, "I shouldn't have told you all those signals, but since 
I have, I know you love me well enough not to let them get out. There- 
fore I trust you." 

"Lefty, dear, I haven't the slightest notion of ever giving them away," 
she replied. 

"I must run along now," he said, as he arose to go. "There is a 
game on tomorrow with Thornville, and I want to get some sleep." 

"Good night," she said, "I'll see you at the game tomorrow. I'll be in 
my usual place." 

"Good night," he responded, as he left her. 

The game the next day was interesting. So far Hillsboro had defeated 
Thornville in every game, and to be licked by them now was indeed a dis- 
grace. Since the beginning of the season the Thornville team had occu- 
pied the cellar position in the league. Hillsboro's playing was good, but 
somehow or other they never succeeded in their base running and hitting. 
Every time a Hillsboro man came to bat the entire Thornville team were 
on their toes. The base running was awful. Only one man reached third, 
and that was on an error, but he died at the plate. The game ended with 
Thornville the victor by two runs. 

In the clubhouse Jimmy Clayton, the manager, fumed and raged. 

"Them bloomin' birds had our signals," he stormed. "Every time we 
went to bat they knew just what we would do. How in Adam's apple did they 
find out? Some guy sold 'em, that sure, an' I wish I could git my mitts 
on Mm!" 

Leftly quietly dressed and went out. He had been fool enough to tell 
Mildred those signals last night, and she had sold them to her cousin, who 
played on Thornville. There could be no doubt about it. 

While walking home, Lefty met Joe Lyle. 

"Gee, ain't it awful to lose to them fish," said Joe, "an' them having 
our signals too 's what gits me. By the way, Lefty, old sport, how's your 
lady friend?" 

"Lady friend ? Huh ! Fine sort of a friend she is," grunted Lefty, dis- 

"Wassamatter, son, had a fallin' out?" questioned Lyle, but Lefty did 
not reply. Joe slowly placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. 

"Lefty, for six years we have been good friends, an' nothin's ever butt-in 
on us. Tell me, old sport, what is the trouble?" 

"Joe, 'member when I said women were good for nothin'? Well, this 
jane proved it to me. I got somethin' to tell ya, and I wantcha to promise 
not to let it out-" 

"Promise," said Joe solemnly. 

"Well, last night," began Lefty, "I went to see Mil — I mean Miss Good- 
win, an' somehow 'nother I told her the signals." 

"Thassall right, Lefty, my jane has known the signals for a long time, 
an' she wouldn't give 'em away on me. Ya can bet yer boots on it," ex- 
plained Joe. 

"But's that's the trouble," continued Lefty. "I thought I could trust 
her, but I'll swear that she sold 'em. Ya see she's got a cousin or someifchin' 


playing on Thornville, an' she gave 'em to him. Doggonnit, Joe, women 
ain't worth a hurrah. I don't want none of 'em !" 

"Gee whiz," whistled Joe, "as bad as that?" 

For days after, Lefty was angry; angry at everything in general, but 
at women in particular. He cussed them with every word in the vocabulary 
of profanity. On top of this, he felt blue. Every hope he had, had been 
destroyed by one single blow. As a result, his work in the box war far from 

As he had not been to see her, Mildred wrote him several letters, ask- 
ing why he was slighting her. When he received them, he tore them up 
without even opening them. Yes, he had been right in the first place. 
Women were no good, yet he had fallen for one and she had played' him 
false. Served him right, so he thought. 

About a week later, Lefty met Joe at the clubhouse just before a game. 
Joe was sitting on a bench with his head in his hands, cursing violently. 

"Look like ya last friend in the world," said Lefty. 

"Yah, that blankety-blank jane of mine gave them signals to Sam Wil- 
son, who catches for Thornville, and she's beat it out of town with 'im !" 
explained Joe, disgustedly. 

"That's too bad," said Lefty, as he patted his chum on the back. Then 
he added, laughingly, "say Joe, I thought you trusted women?" 

"Aw dry up !" snorted Joe. 

After the game Lefty hurried through his shower and into his clothes. 
A great weight seemed lifted from his heart. He went straight to Mildred 
to ask her forgiveness for his injustice. She was very much surprised to 
see him. 

"Why, Lefty, what happened to you? Didn't you get my letters?" 
she asked. 

He gathered her into his arms. 

"My darling, I want you to forgive me," he began. 

"Forgive? Why, Lefty, dear, I love you," she replied, softly, and 
pressing her to him, he kissed her. 


Staler ffiroum ani S^rlark BfnltnFB 

A. E. CASEY, A.B. '22. 

EARLY EVERYONE has read something of the writings of two 
of the most famous modern day lecture story writers, A. Conan 
Doyle and G. K. Chesterton. Doth are distinguished English- 
men and are leading writers in England today. Doyle has been 
made famous by his "Adventures of Sherlock Holmes," which 
are detective stories of great merit. G. K. Chesterton must be distinguished 
from his brother Cecil, who is also a noted writer. The two Chestertons, 
Cecil and G- K., have been accepted by the world at large as of the greatest 
of modern day writers. Nearly all their books are serious-minded dis- 
courses on live topics and political questions. The former did not even 
attempt the production of the much-abused detective story thrills. This 
form of literature has become so low and debased that capable authors 
rarely attempt such and look upon it with contempt. It has been made the 
worst form of yellow journalism. 

Still there is no one who does not at some time enjoy diversion of that 
sort. It is not by any means an ennobling or instructive form of literature 
but can be accepted for what it really is, mere diversion from graver sub- 
jects. Doyle, with astonishing success, brought out the best that there is 
in such literature. His fame spread over the continent and especially in 
the United States. His writings were so superior to other productions of 
that sort that he was given full sway as the king of mystery story writers. 
And it has been said by some one (this was before he dabbled in spiritism) 
that his own powers of observance and reasoning are almost equal to those 
of his chief character, Sherlock Holmes. 

Well it was just at the time when Doyle was enjoying the immense suc- 
cess which had crowned his efforts that G. K. Chesterton conceived the 
idea of rivalling him at his own game. He published his now famous 
book entitled the "Innocence of Father Brown" and "The Wisdom of Father 
Brown," presumably as a joke on Doyle. The hero or principal character 
is a simple old Roman Catholic priest who bears a striking contrast to 
Doyle's dignified highly informed Holmes- However, his style and depth 
of imagination point him out as an equal to Doyle. The difference be- 
tween Sherlock Holmes and the modest Father Brown is so wide and 
marked that a comparison can well be formed. 

"The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" by Doyle and the "Innocence 
and Wisdom of Father Brown" by Chesterton being the principal work of 
each, we shall confine our comparison to these two works. First, let us 
consider "Father Brown." He is an old English Roman Catholic priest 
who has charge of a little parish in one of the country districts of England. 
His round babyish face and blinking eyes would lead one to suppose that 
he was anything else but a great detective, and the simple quiet methods 
with which he solves the most perplexing riddles are entirely in unison 
with the character he is supposed to represent. Never is there any osten- 
tatious display of his knowledge or powers. Everything runs smoothly. 
While learned secret service men and police investigators wrangle over 
some babbling crime, pushing the little priest into the background, he silent- 


ly works and reasons out the case. Then he drops little hints which set 
the detectives on the right trail and finally turns out in disclosing the 
whole affair. The story becomes more centered on the little priest than 
on any developments in the case; while in "Sherlock: Holmes" interest is 
kept at a pitch- and fixed always on the crime in consideration. So while 
in Chesterton we admire the sagacity of Father Brown and his modest 
disclosures, in Doyle we are taken up more by the story and its exciting 

The somewhat learned or rather well informed Dr. Holmes in Doyle's 
work reminds us of a learned scientist who is insensible to all else but the 
stern devotion to duty. He lives alone in a little house on Baker street, 
London, where he divides his time between cocaine and the solving of great 
crimes. The author makes great ado over his hero's abilities and stirs us 
up to a firm belief in the vast reasoning faculties of the remarkable Holmes- 
This is decidedly opposite from the modest method of Chesterton in placing 
his hero, the innocent Father Brown, before the reader. "Holmes" and 
"Father Brown" have many of the same characteristics. For instance, 
each solves the mysteries put before them almost as soon as they leave 
the propbunder's mouth. 

Chesterton taking for his character a priest naturally has to carry on 
many of his conversations concerning religion. This gives him opportunity 
to express certain opinions on the subject. He brings in facts concerning 
the Catholic church. Always he avoids having the perpetrator of the 
crime to be punished. Usually the humble Father Brown converts the 
criminal or at least exerts a solemn promise from the culprit that he will 
abstain from further crime. This gives a pleasant conclusion to the story 
and cools the reader's mind after the excitement of the murder scenes. 

Doyle never brings in anything too bloody or bad, either, but he does not 
dispose with his criminals in the same manner as Chesterton. 

Doyle seems to be the better story teller. His narration is more vivid 
and lively. His is the art of the story writer. Both are rich in imagina- 
tion and skilled in weaving and unweaving the numerous details naturally 
included in such a story. Chesterton uses a greater variety of language 
and is more careful of his words than Doyle. Both show great originality. 

Chesterton solves his crimes mostly through logical deduction and 
follows less the clues and witnesses and ordinary detective methods of 
Doyle. Chesterton first solves the case and then explains the details and 
methods of reasoning later, While Doyle builds up the structure of the story 
piece by piece, concealing for excitement the disclosure of the crime. In 
several instances both have a way of concealing certain steps of the 
progress of the story from the reader, which makes the reader feel that 
he is being cheated and often concludes that if these steps were not omitted 
the story would be worthless. 

Chesterton hints often at the supernatural, at black magic and spirits, 
but his stories always .work out in a natural way and leave the reader's 
mind cleared of all the disturbing thoughts that mark the cheap novelist. 
Both authors' works are wholesome and entertaining. 

The stories of both are modern and have to do with modern things. 
However, in their writings we never find traces of modern detective ideas, 
such as finger prints, photographs, marks, etc. But this is readily ex- 



plained from the fact that they do not deal with ordinary criminals, but 
have to do with sensational and puzzling murders. Chesterton frequently 
finds place to knock things outside his story not to his liking. Needless to 
say, both authors, however amazing their disclosures, keep within the 
bounds of possibility. And were their endeavors centered upon nobler forms 
of literature and were they the same masters of these subjects as they 
are of detective story writing, we would not hesitate to pronounce them 
the best short story writers of the age. 


Jfarlf ani 2|ia JPrtnripipa of ffllar 

(Military Essay) 

G. FLANIGEN, A.B. '22. 

NE MAN, ABOVE ALL OTHERS, individually responsible for 
the successful termination of the late war is Ferdinand Foch. 
It was he who was chief of all the Allied armies, — commanding 
more troops than any one man ever before commanded — and how 
successfully history will attest — whose strategy and skill turned 
the threatening German offensive into a disastrous retreat — and won the 
greatest war of history. This war — this critical time in the world's history 
— called for great men ; and France produced Foch. Even among the great- 
est names of this time that of Ferdinand Foch stands in the forefront. 
Yet withal he is a simple deeply religious man of character. He is not a 
politician nor a self -advertiser ; on the contrary, he seems to shun publicity, 
consequently little of his early life is familiar to the public Although not 
filled with the dash of Napoleon, he has that great general's strategy, and 
his tactics and battles will be studied by all military students of the future. 
A study of his theory and practice is interesting, firstly, in themselves, and, 
secondly, on account of the great part they played in winning the Great 

Foch's profession has always been that of a soldier; his whole life 
since he was a student at the Jesuit College of St. Etienne has been a 
preparation for the great task he has performed. He has risen from the 
lowest to the highest; for in the war of 1870, when he, was twenty years 
of age, he enlisted as a private. Besides gaining useful experience as an 
infantry private, he learned the job and viewpoint of the men in ranks. He 
attended the military school at Nancy, where he is described as being a 
quiet, studious scholar, an accurate mathematician and a deep reader, and 
was graduated with a high rating as an artillery officer. After going 
through the Cavalry school, where he learned a third arm of the service, 
he aspired to enter the Staff College. To be a professed Catholic wasi a 
political impediment, but Foch never wavered from a devout practice of his 
religion. His motto was: "Do what you ought, come what may." He 
was appointed to the Staff College upon the recognition of his ability, and 
came out fourth among the best officers of France. He now 1 saw varied 
service on the coast and elsewhere and was promoted to major. Noting 
he was an officer who had studied the theory of war, his superiors made 
him assistant Professor of Military History and Strategy at the War Col- 
lege, where he did much to mould good officers for France. In 1907, when 
he was fifty-six years old, he was commissioned General and put on the 
General Staff. It was while he was director of the Ecole de Guerre, that 
he first expounded his theories of war, which he put into practice so; suc- 
cessfully later on. 

In his first book, "Principes de Guerre," Foch laid down the basic prin- 
ciples of warfare. These fundamental underlying principles are not original 
ideas nor fads of his, but are known to all military students ; many of the 


expressions which he uses can be found in the U- S. Field Service Regula- 
tions. These principles are not so easily put into words, but are gotten 
rather by a study of military history. Foch himself was a thorough stu- 
dent of the strategy of great generals, especially that of Napoleon. 

With Foch, the greatest, most essential element in war is the "will 
to conquer." He says a leader without this determination to win is worse 
than useless to his army. The next factor in importance is "man, with 
his moral intellectual and physical faculties." One of the characteristics 
of Foch's work is the way he kept in mind the human element with its 
possibilities in war. Foch held the Napoleon theory that morale is to 
material in the ratio of three to one. Therefore, "breaking down the morale 
of the enemy is the greatest thing to be sought after." Other rudiments of 
warfare as enumerated by this great general are : "Movement is the first 
law of strategy." No advantages are to be gained by a passive resistance ; 
to achieve a favorable result there must be an offensive — a shock. Economy 
of force and centralized attack are also cardinal principles. By the former 
he does not mean so much the sparing of troops as the proper management 
of them ; using just enough men to hold the enemy along the line while all 
available forces are reserved to strike him at a certain point. That is, 
and this develops into centralized attack, securing numerical and fire su- 
periority at the point of attack. Under centralized attack he expresses 
his decision in favor of unified command, and also brings out one of the 
theories of Frederick the Great, to disregard mere local loss if the main ob- 
jective is being gained. 

But the pervading principle of all Foch's work is what he calls "surete" 
— his plan of battle. This term means security, keeping in touch with the 
enemy, and keeping him from hindering the movement of the army. It is 
a screen thrown out by the commander to feel the enemy, to reconnoitre, 
to prepare a way so the main body can act unhampered. This wide task is 
accomplished by the advanced guards — all covering detachments sent out, 
not only to keep in touch with the enemy, but also to hold him so the main 
body can move or deploy, despite the fog of war. 

The object of all military preparation is the battle. In speaking of the 
battle Foch restates his great principle : that decisive results are obtained 
only by the offensive. A battle shouldi be an effort not merely to gain 
ground, but to destroy the main force of the enemy. The turning point is 
Avhich side is demoralized first; hence his maxim: "A successful battle is 
one in which one refuses to admit defeat." He distinguishes between the 
parallel battle and the manoeuvre battle. The latter consists in collecting 
a mass of troops at one point and hurling it at the enemy before he has 
time to gather reserves. Do not try to push through all along the line; 
find the point of least resistance and while the advanced guard is holding 
the enemy along the front, drive in the battering ram of .reserves, break 
the enemy line and the battle is won. 

The definition of a good general, by one who knew his duties so well, 
should prove interesting. His ideal commander is: "Vigorous, ready for 
responsibility, eager for daring enterprises, himself possessing and inspir- 
ing in others the determination and energy that will go through to the 
end." These are the qualities of a born general. 

We have thus surveyed the training and theories of General Foch; 


we are now to see how he put these theories into action when the oppor- 
tunity came. 

At the outbreak of the war, General Foch was in command of the 20th 
Corps of Nancy, only twenty miles from the frontier. In, 1 contrast with 
most French units, he had his corps in readiness. The first great battle 
of the war was Morhange, before Metz, on a front of forty miles, and 
Foch took an important part in it. He was in command of the advance 
guard of the second army in the first offensive against the enemy. The 
French left Nancy August 15th, crossed the border into Alsace and met 
the Germans in entrenched positions on the 18th. On the 19th the real 
battle began. Strange to say, this was the first time Foch had been under 
fire. His troops pushed back the German, outposts and captured a few 
villages. But the troops on their left gave way and they were in a perilous 
position. Under his skillful generalship, however, they made> a fighting 
withdrawal and saved not only themselves, but the whole army by covering 
the retreat. 

For his decisive part in the next battle — Trouce de Charmes — Foch was 
promoted to the command of the Ninth army. With characteristic prompt- 
ness, Foch handed over the command of the 20th corps and was at Joffre's 
headquarters — a distance of ninety miles — that same afternoon. 

In the battle of the Marne Foch took an important part in repelling 
the invading hordes and saving Paris. He had to organize his army amid 
the confusion of full retreat ; but he held to his theory of attack. A daring 
manoeuvre of taking troops from the not so hard pressed section of the 
line and hurling them as a battering ram against the "fissure" in the Ger- 
man line, was a'victorious move and proved the turning point of the battle. 
The French government mentioned his "remarkable skill in manoeuvre, 
sustained by energy and tenacity that rose superior to every difficulty." 

The great Frenchman continued his steady success in the battles around 
Yores and the Somme. He was appointed assistant to the commander-in- 
chief and represented his country when the Supreme Council was created. 

In the early part of 1918 there was a comparative lull awaiting the 
heralded German offensive. On the 20th of March it came — half a million 
Germans advancing behind a gas cloud. At this crisis Foch was made cu- 
ordinator of all allied operations. It was a great task to stem this tide of 
invasion, but withal he was calmly confident. By June the Germans thought 
Foch had used up all his reserves and accordingly delivered the culminating 
effort to break the bending line of the allies. In some places they crossed 
the Marne. This was the crisis of the war. Could Foch, now in supreme com- 
mand of the Allied armies, drive back or even hold the Germans? 

On July 15, the generalissimo concentrated his forces along the Oise 
river and with great secrecy formed the unit that was to drive a wedge into 
the German lines. By piecing together information brought in by recon- 
noitering parties he decided to deliver the blow around Chateau Thierry. 
The much surprised Germans fell back before the onrush of the attacking 
allies. This was the turning point of the war. The Germans fell back on 
the famous Hindenburg line, said to be impregnable. But as Foch said 
no position is impregnable if attacked strongly enough. With only a slight 
pause the American and French broke through the "impregnable" line; 


the battle was won. The great tactician kept up the pressure until he final- 
ly forced the Germans to sign the armistice. 

In making him Marshal of France, Clemenceau summed up his achieve- 
ment as follows : 

"At an hour when the enemy by formidable offensive counted upon 
imposing a German peace, General Foch and his admirable troops van- 
quished him. Paris liberated ; Soissons and Chateau Thierry retaken ; over 
200 villages delivered; 3,500 prisoners and 700 guns captured, and the 
glorious allied armies pushed forward to victory — such are the results of a 
manoeuvre executed by the commander-in-chief." 

Lastly, Foch was appointed to see to the execution of the peace treaty 
terms, in which task he is engaged at present. 

Edifying is his trust in God. Even amidst the greatest crises of the war 
he would seek out some quiet chapel and there send up his supplications. 
In his published statements he has repeatedly attributed his success to his 

From such a man we may still expect many services to his country and 
to the Church- 
To crown his success it only remains for history to inscribe his name 
in its pages as he so richly deserves. 


But why Sons of the Gael do ye thus assemble? 

And why on your face beams the joy of your heart? 
I see on your breast the dear shamrock tremble 

And, methinks, a reply its three leaflets impart. 
Its hallowed green, in sweet waves of delight, 
Has sent through our hearts a warm thrilling of love 
That makes us unite 
And burn to recite 
A loud anthem of praise to Saint Patrick above. 

When holy Saint Patrick, replete with devotion, 

Demanded of Heaven a gift for his isle, 
He prayed not for wealth nor for sway o'er the ocean, 

Nor national greatness which lasts but a while, 
But he begged that his sons be like stars in the sky, 
E'er glowing with courage, depising the grave, 
Ever willing to die 
Not a tear in their eye, 
For the honor of God and their country to save. 

He prayed. And the lake of Kilarney was shaken 
With musical waves that came leaping ashore. 
And before their echoes these banks had forsaken, 

There flew down an angel whom bright pinions bore. 
He opened a volume; the pages were white; 
Only "Erin" stood writ for St. Patrick— when, Ah! 
That angel did write 
With a pencil of light, 
"Thrive, Erin Mavourneen — thrive, Erin go bragh!" 

And true was the line — For, despite the invaders 

And England's dark plottings, and treason and hate; 
Despite all her landlords and Britain-sent traders 

Dear Ireland has stood, e'er oppressed, but e'er great. 
So, Erin victorious, rejoice and endure! 
Love to labor and wait, and Freedom's for thee, 
For thy sons we are sure, 
For thy daughters so pure, 
Dear Isle of the Saints and fair gem of the sea! 

Freedom is the cry through the nations founded 

By the world's grand cohort of Liberty's sons. 
It is heard in the South and has Northward rebounded. 
It is loud in the States which Freedom has grounded, 
It is heard wherever old ocean has sounded, 
And wave after wave repeats as it runs. 
It is hurled to the Sun at the gates of the East, 
And sung to the Stars which enamel the West; 

And the cry has increased 

Like the sound of a feast; 
Give Erin to Erin and her island is blest. 

Sweet evergreen Isle! What need of repining? 

Our exile and tears may still lead us to fame. 
For woes and afflictions are of God's own designing, 

Who, ere He crowneth, oft bringeth to shame. 
What if brothers betray, what if Joseph be sold? 
The victim of thraldom wins favor with kings, 
He has power and gold 
And wealth to unfold 
And joys to replace Egypt's long* sufferings! 











Whence sprang the great Empires ? The maker of nations 

Has forged them like metals if great they became. 
Through wars and through woes, and through sad desolations, 

He tempered them, giving them all in the flame 
Both a strength and a tenderness even as swords. 
The furnace was exile, and suffering the blast, 
The tools were the hordes 
Of tyrannical lords, 
The fire was oppression seeming ever to last. 

The ship of a state which can boast of story; 

With the winds, and the storms, and the bullets and foes 
Has coped, and thus purchased her flag and her glory 

With rivers of blood and a nation's woes. 
She first moaned in the yard 'neath the big hammer's weight, 
And anon in the waves and the surging sand, 
She groaned at her fate 
When her enemy's hate 
Pursued her at sea and denied her the land. 

Dear land of Saint Patrick, receive consolation! 

Thy sons, though in exile, reflect back thy fame. 
They tower above all as the bards of the nation, 

And in story and song still emblazon thy name. 
The race of the Gael is the pride of the land, 
The sinews of labor, the bulwark of war, 
When the Irish stand 
At the nation's command 
Then tyranny trembles and death triumphs afar. 

Who bled in the cause of the Union, who wielded 

Destruction in shower for the Stripes and the Stars ? 
Who died by the flag which they never yielded, 

And bought us our Freedom, the prize of their scars? 
Whom did Washington praise? proud Erin, thy sons. 
For no treason they bring from their isle of the sea, 
Not a coward who shuns 
The charges and guns, 
To the land of their choice they with loyalty flee. 

The halo of glory which England for ages 

Has worn round her brow as the queen of the sea, 
Who won it? Conceal not from History's pages 

Who carried her flag o'er the main and the lea, 
Well know we the names of her heroes unknown. 
For we saw them at play on their native green hills, 
Where the shamrock is shown 
Or the Blarney stone 
And where Wellington grew by Hibernian rills. 

Oh! Patriot Saint, in thy children's devotion, 

Thy love and thy name are forever enshrined; 
And both shall outlive the loud roar of the ocean 

Where music and life are so sweetly combined. 
As long as the rivers shall run to the sea 
As long as the sun shall repair to the West. 
So long shall we 
Ever cling to thee, 
Apostle of Ireland through whom we are blest. 

—A. D. 

®!j£ ^pnttgljiUian 

VOL. XII. APRIL, 1920. No- 3. 

Snarl* nf Ertlnra— 1019-20 


Editor-in-Chief: ED. A STRAUSS 

Junior Editor: E. BERRY 

Alumni Editor: H. MAHORNER College Locals: E. CASTAGNOS 

Exchange Editor: A. CASEY Chronicle: A. CROCI 


Business Managers: 
T. P. Diaz, R. Inge 
College Athletics: S. REYNAUD Circulation Manager; A. ROBICHAUX 

High School Athletic,-: A. HENRY Secretary: G. O'Connor, G. Flanigan Artist; D. STEWART 




"Laudari a Laudato Viro)", was once described as the acme of praise. 
Such is the enviable lot of Admiral William Sheperd Benson, Chairman of 
the United States Shipping Board. By order of the Sovereign Pontiff the 
decoration of St. Gregory the Great, of which he had been made a Knight 
of the Grand Cross by Pope Benedict XV, will be conferred upon! him in 
the Baltimore Cathedral on the 11th of April. Admiral Benson is the first 
American to receive this highest degree of knighthood in the military di- 
vision of the Order of St. Gregory the Great. In his brief bestowing the 
honor of Gregorian Knighthood upon the Admiral, His Holiness explains 
that it is granted as a recognition of the latter's having set for his fellow 
citizens "A most worthy example of piety and Christian virtue." 

The decoration which he will be entitled to wear as a Knight of the 
Grand Cross of the order consists of a silver medal and an octagonal gold 
cross bearing on a field of red the image of St. Gregory the Great. 

The Order of St. Gregory the Great was founded by Pope Gregory 
XVI on Sept- 1, 1831. Knighthood in the order was intended as a reward 
for the civil and military virtues of the Catholics upon whom it was con- 

Admiral Benson's services during the war were of the highest national 
value. As chief of naval operations he was responsible for the success of 
the U. S. Government's plans on the high seas. These included, in addition 
to offensive and defensive operations the successful convoying of transports 
with men and supplies to and from Europe. It was owing to the success 
with which these operations were conducted that President Wilson placed 


Admiral Benson at the head of the Government's Merchant Marine. In 
this office Admiral Benson has charge of the largest merchant fleet ever 
yet placed under the direction of a single operator. 

Admiral Benson's career has been a graduation of success. He was born 
in Bibb County, Georgia, Sept. 25, 1855. He was appointed midshipman to 
the Naval Academy on Sept. 23, 1872, and graduated in 1877. He was 
appointed Captain in 1909 and after serving as commander of several 
dreadnaughts he became commandant of the Philadelphia Naval Yards in 
1913, which office he fulfilled until his assignment to duty as chief of 
operations in 1915. He was made Admiral in 1916. His career during the 
war is too widely known to bear repetition. Suffice it to say that his 
worth was recognized and that he was stationed in Paris during nearly 
all the sessions of the Peace Conference- 
While congratulating him on this new honor so soon to be his, we can- 
not but help remarking that his dignities so far from hiding but serve to 
heighten his qualities of heart and mind. His life is a living example of 
that most basic of civil truths that the best Christian is the best citizen. 

— Theodoro P. Diaz, A.B. '22. 


A. J. CROCI, A.B. '23. 

Jan. 6. — Students return from Christmas holidays. 

7. — Full class day. 

8. — Half holiday. Basket ball practice resumed in Senior Division. 

9. — Basket ball practice resumed in Junior Division. 
12. — First Military Drill period of the new year. 
14. — High School quintet vs. Barton in College gymnasium. 
26 — College quintet vs. Y. M. C. A. in College gymnasium. 
28. — College quintet vs. Fort Morgan at Fort Morgan. 
28. — High School quintet vs. Barton at Mobile. 
Feb. 1. — College quintet vs. St. Stanislaus in College gymnasium. 

2. — Mid-term exams. Rev. Fr. Hynes, S. J., takes his last vows. 

2 — College quintet vs. Tulane at New Orleans. Half -holiday. 

3. — Mid-term exams. College quintet vs. Jefferson College at Jer- 

3. — College quintet vs. Louisiana State University at L. S. U. 

4. — College quintet vs. Loyola University and All Stars at Holy Cross. 

4 — Mid-term exhibition. 

5. — College quintet vs. St. Stanislaus at St- Stanislaus. 

7. — High School quintet vs. Wrights in College gymnasium. 

8. — College quintet vs. All Stars in College gymnasium. 
11. — Bishop Allen visits College. Half holiday. College quintet vs. 

Mobile Y. M. C. A. 
14.— College quintet vs. L. S- U. Y. M. C. A. vs. L. S. U. in College 

17. — Portier Literary Society presents "What They Did for Jenkins." 
21. — College quintet vs. Tulane University in College gymnasium. 
22. — College quintet vs. Loyola University in College gymnasium. 



Mar. 1. — Baseball practice begins in Senior Division. 
3.— Exhibition by Third High. 

4. — First Thursday. Mobile boys go home. Novena of Grace begins. 
5 — College nine vs. McGowin & Lyons. 
10.— Lt. Col. Jordon inspects R. 0. T. C. Unit. 
11. — Full holiday in honor of visit of Rev. Fr. Provincial. 
11. — Mr. J. J. Farrell, head of the Catholic Laymen's Association, 

visits Spring Hill College- 
12. — Novena of Grace ends. 
14. — College nine vs. McGowin & Lyons. 
17. — Full holiday. St. Patrick's Day. Parade in Mobile. 
18. — Miss Catherine Hughes, secretary of the Friends of Irish Free- 
dom, speaks in College auditorium. 
19. — Full holiday. Feast of St. Joseph, patron of Spring Hill College- 
Solemn High Mass. 
Apr. 1. — Annual Retreat commences. 

4. — Easter Sunday. Retreat ends. 



A. J. CROCI, A.B. *23. 

All good things must have an end and so it was with 

RETURN. our Christmas holidays, which ended on January 6. For 

a time things looked gloomy, but it did not take the boys 

long to realize that their vacation was over, and that 

the mid-term examinations were ahead of them. 

* * * 

assistant ^ n ^ an * 21 ' ^ gt ' ■ Maj ' Amos p °P e > I n f-> w h° is to act as 
™™*m a »n a xtt assistant commandant, arrived. Prior to his coming to 
aJtotvSq Spring Hill, Sgt. Maj. Pope was stationed at Vanderbilt 

arrive. University. The Sgt. Maj. has had a great deal of ex- 

perience in the R. O. T. C. work, and is well qualified to take up his duties 
in this unit. 

On Feb. 2, Rev. Fr- J. W. Hynes, S. J., Vice President of 

LAST VOWS. Spring Hill College, pronounced his last vows, in the 

College chapel. An informal reception in his honor was 

held. The Springhillian extends to Rev. Fr. Hynes 

heart-felt congratulations on reaching finality in the service of God- 

■*• *■ -# 

"WHAT THEY ^ n Tuesday evening, Feb. 17, the Portier Literary So- 

did for ciety entertained the College students, as well as the 

ipwifivo » faculty, with a credible and much appreciated presenta- 

jfcjNKiJNh. tion Qf uwh^ They DM For Jenkins> » a com edy in 

three acts. The entertainment was a pronounced success, and the academy 
members have every reason to be congratulated on their fine showing. 

# # * 

GALLERY ^ or ^ ne purpose of instruction in the use of the rifle, 

ranpe ^ ne Commandant constructed a gallery range in the 


Senior Division. All the cadets were required to fire 
ten instruction shots. The rifles used were the old 
army Springf ields with a .22 caliber. At some later date a rifle team, con- 
sisting of the ten best rifle shots in the college, will be picked to compete 
with other Southern colleges. 


Seldom if ever has the Springhillian been called upon to chronicle 
EXHIBITION OF a more entertaining or more highly successful exhibition than 
THIRD HIGH. that staged by Third Year High on March 3rd. Of course, we 
are not insensible to the opprobrium commonly assigned to 
"Laus Propria," but as the writer happens to hail from another 
grade than the one in uestion, he can plead "not guilty" to the charge. "Exhibitions," 
says one of our very recent 'Exchanges,' which we may quote as it will have no local 
bearing, "as a rule are not over popular. They do not always live up to their standing 
definition of the judicious mixture of the useful with the agreeable so well described in a 
Springhillian some years back. Some are too long; others instead of being artistic repre- 
sentations of class room work, are negligent of the art effect at the expense of interest." 
Something different has ever been our yearning. March the third saw its fulfillment. 
To the students of Third High all honor for this. To begin with, their program was 
decidedly artistic and of model type. Blue and red were the colors of their choice — 
blue significant of their recent blooming in the field of academic endeavor; red in- 
dicative of their sanguine efforts and ardent zeal in the pursuit of learning. As the 
orchestra ceased Olivier Provosty gave a practical exemplification of that prime prin- 
ciple of rhetoric "Auditores Benevoles Reddere" by a skilful and first class rendition 
of "A Twentieth Century Iliad." In "Soulful Sam," Homer's hero was again revived 
and in his companion's timely deliverance from death owing to the presence of a deck 
of cards in ihs vest, some of the hairbreadth escapes of the Divine Achilles were 
again recalled. Letter writing as practised by the ancients, a comparison between 
Cicero, Madame De Sevigne, Pliny and the other great letter writers of the world 
was ably given by Costello Otto. Cicero's private life; Terentia with her family squab- 
bles; Marcus with his taste for Falernian rather than Greek; Tulliola, the pride of her 
father's heart, were excellently portrayed by Firmin Levert. It was a novel presen- 
tation of an otherwise uninteresting subject and as he closed the applause showed 
that his presentation had been appreciated. The elocutionary part was held up by Dan 
Hardie and Frank Gianotti. The former in "The Overworked Elocutionist," by Carolyn 
Wells, a piece well suited to him, showed no mean histrionic ability. Frank Gianotti's 
selection from Mark Twain, "The Odyssey of John Godfrey," received thunders of ap- 
plause. Hector de Leon in his violin solo from Godard, evidenced "many of those name- 
less graces which nd method teach and which a master hand alone can reach." If 
any came to the exhibition as 

Some to church repair, 

Not for the doctrine, but for the music there 
they were more than amply repaid by this solo. Nor was the field of English literature 
untouched. Hugh Mulherin, in his essay on the English Opium Eater, gave a master- 
ful picture of De Quincy. His peculiarities were visualized; his sudden departure 
from school; his letters to his publishers; his home life; his excellences and defects 
of style were discussed and cleverly analyzed. As exemplifications of De Quincey's 
style selections were given from his Joan of Arc. They were entitled The Two Dreams.. 
Joan's dream was rendered by Holt Harrison; the bishop's dream was to havi^ been 
given by Harold Dietlein. The latter was incapacitated by sickness. This was the 
only flaw in an otherwise perfect program. The climax came when Dan Casey ap- 
peared before the footlights to narrate "The Cremation of Sam McGee." Appearing 
like an old Alaskan miner, his elocution was delayed owing to the incessant applause. 
When the tumult had subsided he told Service's famous story of his pal from Tennes- 
see, who was always cold in that land of gold and never could get warm. About to 
cash in on the Dawson trail, he asks to be cremated owing to his horror of the icy 
grave. His companion builds a furnace and stuffs in his corpse and returns in an 
hour, but to find him sitting up uninjured, and saying, "It's fine in here, but I greatly 
fear you'll let in the cold and storm, since I left Plumtree down in Tennessee, it's the 
first time I have been warm." This was the end of a perfect day. The almost universal 
opinion as the exhibition closed, was that the members of Third High had presented 
a little Chef D'Oeuvre. In spite of the shortness of time allowed them for their 
preparation they had proven true to their motto, a saying of Marshal Foch, "Success 
is in the will, not in circumstance." To them we owe a vote of thanks for their clever 
representation of the work in the schools. And well did they merit the meed of praise 
allotted to them by Rev. Fr. President at the close of the exhibition of Third Year High. 

— Albert E.Casey, Sophomore Class. 


On Tuesday, March 30th, the faculty and student body of 
Spring Hill College were afforded a real literary feast, and they 
EXHIBITION OF all partook of it with the utmost enthusiasm and appreciation. 
FIRST HIGH. A beautifully decorated stage formed a fitting background for 
the imposing ceremony, as the members of the First Year 
High gave an exhibition of their class work, and everything 
from start to finish went off with clock-like precision and every actor showed himself 
complete master of the situation at all times. The audience was completely won over 
from the start when Charles Bonier delivered his "Forward" and from that on it was 
one triumph after another. The audience was amazed when John Cowley and Ernest 
Schmidt conversed with each other in) the language of Cicero, and it brought back 
memories of the good old days in Rome when Latin was the language of the) then 
civilized world. "The King and the Child," the famous poem of Eugene J. Hall, was 
splendidly interpreted and artistically rendered by Charles Hilliard. Hilliard after- 
ward electrified the crowd by his spicy piano selections, which included the most 
popular hits of the season, and he drew thundering applause from the delighted audi- 
ence. The seven defenders of the letters of Cicero, Messrs. Edmund Burke, John Cowley, 
Charles Hilliard, Brennan Calder, Clarence Harrigan, Joseph O'Connor and Ernest 
Schmidt gave ready and accurate answers to the numerous questions given them by 
members of the faculty,, and showed themselves able masters of the task in hand. 
A paper by Edmund Burke giving in detail the many characteristics of Rip Van Winkle, 
did ample justice to this famous old henpecked gentleman of the Catskills. Then fol- 
lowed Aloysius Craven, William Curtin, Tobias Spinks, Albert Cazentre, Michael 
Simpson, Loyola Yoste and Charles Bohler, who applied Ryan's method to Irving, and 
they answered with the utmost precision and quickness when members of the faculty 
barraged them with questions. Joseph O'Connor got a glad hand when he gave the 
recitation, "A True Bostonian," and rendered the selection to the perfect satisfaction 
and delight of all. 

Much credit and praise is due the orchestra for the fine musical program which 
they rendered during the entertainment, and their work was of such a nature as to 
merit very especial praise from Rev. Father President, who at the conclusion! of the 
program made some forceful and appropriate and highly laudatory remarks in favor 
of the members of the class of First Year High. 

* * * 

On March 6, the Commandant of the R. 0- T. C. Unit 

COMPETITIVE commenced a series of competitive drills among the 

DRILLS. cadets. The object of the competitive drills is to foster 

greater zeal and interest in the military work. At the 

final drill which will probably be held in May, the best drilled cadet will be 

awarded a gold medal. 

nnw fwvim at O n March 10, Lieut. Col. H. Jordan, of the General 
.vTrLoDnTr staff > R - °- T - c - Branch of the Southeastern Depart- 
iNSPh-cii, k. o. i. l. ment> inspected the R T c Unit at spring Hill Col- 

' lege. The lieutenant colonel expressed himself well 

satisfied with this unit, and congratulated the military department on its 

* * * 

During the past month Spring Hill College had the op- 

DISTINGUISHED portunity of hearing two prominent orators on two 

VISITORS. very important subjects. Mr. J. J. Farrell, head of 

the Catholic Laymen's Association, spoke of how the 

society had first been formed, the obstacles that it had to overcome and 



finally the great work that it had accomplished in Georgia and of the ex- 
tent to which it was being adopted in other dioceses. 

Another visitor, Miss Catherine Hughes, secretary of the league of 
"The Friends of Irish Freedom," gave a highly interesting lecture on the 
Irish question, which made the students more interested than ever in this 
most vital of international problems. 




nessed the parade. 

The Cadet Corps of Spring Hill's R. 0. T. C. played an 
important part in the St. Patrick's Day parade in Mo- 
bile on March 10. The cadets did themselves justice 
and received the commendations of all those who wit- 

V $F *3(P 

Following the usual custom at Spring Hill, St- Joseph's 

ST. JOSEPH'S Day was celebrated with Solemn High Mass and Solemn 

DAY. Benediction. Rev. Fr. W. Salentin, S. J., pastor of St. 

Joseph's Church of Mobile, was celebrant ; Rev. Fr. C. 

Barland, S. J., deacon;; Mr. A. Mulry, S. J-, sub-deacon. The choir added 

to the solemnity of the occasion by its fine singing. 

A great addition to athletic activities at Spring Hill 

BOXING. this year was the introduction of boxing which had 

somewhat been neglected in the past. The instruction 

is being given by Sam Impestato, a semi-professional 

of New Orleans, who is taking a special course a± the college. Sam, who 

saw service "Over There" in the late war, is well versed in this manly art, 

and takes great interest in imparting his knowledge to the boys. 

The annual retreat at Spring Hill College was held this 
RETREAT. year from April 1 to Easter Sunday. The retreat was 

given by Rev. F. X. Twellmeyer, S. J-, a former Presi- 
dent and Spiritual Director of Spring Hill. 

ALTAR BOYS' Great credit is due to the Altar Boys for their modesty 
SOCIETY and devotion manifested on the altar during the Holy 

Week services. There will be a public reception of the 
new members in the Boys' Chapel in the month of May- The twenty- 
three postulats are looking forward to the great day and are endeavoring to 
fit themselves to be useful members of servers at God's holy altar. 


Condolences are offered by the Springhillian on the oc- 
OONDOLENCES. casion of the death of Melbourne G. Dempsey. Mel- 
bourne Dempsey was a loyal student of Spring Hill and 
deeply does every Springhillian grieve his loss. He 
loved us, therefore we mourn for him, and since as true Christians our 
grief is lessened by the thought of the noble reward for the (good life 
which he led, we offer the tribute of our prayers that God may hasten the 
day when our fellow student and friend will receive the crowning reward 
from the hands of Him who said : "Come, ye blessed of my Father, receive 
ye the kingdom prepared for you from the beginning of the world." 



Whereas, God in His Infinite Wisdom has seen fit to take to Himself 
our classmate, Melbourne Dempsey ; and 

Whereas, we realize how keen must be the pain of the family at his 
loss ; be it 

Resolved, That we, the Members of the Freshman Class of Spring Hill 
College, do hereby tender our deepest sympathy and consolation to his 
bereaved family ; and be it likewise 

Resolved, That these our resolutions manifesting our sorrow and sym- 
pathy be published in The Springhillian and a copy of the same be sent 
the afflicted family. 

Signed: Rev. P. Cronin, S. J., A. J. Croci, W. O'Dowd, L. Mulherin, J. 
K. Mahorner, R. Healy, B- Neff, L. Schwegmann, J. Ford, J. Cooney, J. 
Logan, M. Burke, C. O'Shee, 0. Brackmann, G. O'Connor, M. May, T. Foa_, 
H. Winling, D. Stewart, J. Meyers, H. Billeaud, R. DeLaureal. 

Senior Locals 


Hooz Who. 

Who's the chap from Mississippi who's not a country boy? 

Who's the bird who can't reduce ? 

Who's the Sophomore who is always saving someone's life? 

Who's the good looking brown-eyed Junior with those "alluring dim- 

Who's the wonderful pitcher on the second league? 

Who's the frail fellow who tied himself to the fence when the wind 
blew so hard? 

Who's the guy who wears such weird ties? 

Who's the pretty boy with the Spanish name? 

* # # 

Cosio: : — "What's the matter 1 with Vinegar's team, it's winning?" 
Lawler: — "He ain't captain anymore." 

* * * 

Student: — "Say, Moon, you surely have a cute boy; and he looks just 
like you." 

Moon: — "That's why he is so cute." 

* * * 

Our friend Harry says that up in Cleveland the horses skate better 
than men. Wonderful, Harry, wonderful. 

* * -*• 

Anything Wrong With That? 

She stood upon the step above me 
Asking coyly, "Do you love me?" 
Anything wrong with that? 

"I'll love you long, I'll love you ever," 
I answered. "I'll deceive you never." 
Anything wrong with that? 

She placed her hand upon my shoulder 
Nestled closely while I told her- 
Anything wrong with that ? 

Her hair went wandering, wayward tresses, 
They minded not my warm caresses. 
Anything wrong with that ? 

The moon beams lightly shimmered o'er her, 
Revealed her cheek, I stood before her. 
Anything wrong with that? 

I took her in my arms and kissed her, 
The darling girl she was my sister. 
Anything wrong with that? 


True, Fords need shock absorbers, but we are beginning to believe 
that Rodrigue needs quite a few for his voice. 

* * * 

Mr. Benjamin Cosio, the great physicist, has found by recent experi- 
ments that the earth's attraction at the college is directed mainly towards 

the "Hill." 

* $ * 

Wanted — Some music on movie nights. Would prefer Rodrigue, 
Cosio and Willard. 

* * * 

All my classes, 
I'll attend, 
And be a good student, 
Until schools end. 

* * * 

O'Neil: — "Say, Bennie, what are you trying to catch with that pen- 
holder?" • 

Beninato: — "Go on lemme wite in peathe, pleathe!" 

* # * 

"Sarge" Skinner wants to let everybody know that there will be a 

* * * 

It was midnight on the ocean, 
Not a street car was in sight, 

And the forest fire was raging, 
It rained all day that night. 

* #• * 

Inge says he is going to Africa this summer and be a big guy amongst 
the Pygmies. 

* * * 

DeLaureal: — "Say, guy, who's that funny looking fellow with both 
arms around his neck?" 

Burke — "It's nobody but Lastie and J- K., the inseparable twins. 

* * * 

Dickie White looked up angrily from his pink letter and savagely 
muttered, "Aw, why don't she can the high school stuff?" 

Bill Rainey says it is hard to be in love with a girl and have some 
one else to write to her. 

* * * 

White: — "Say, 'Boat,' did you take a shower after the game today?" 
Tummi: — "Naw, is there one missing?" 

* •* * 

Ode to Fats. 

Dainty creature that you are, 
Take this message from afar. 
Borrow wings of a bumble bee, 
And fly across the world to me- 



Mat: — "Do you know that O'Neil is the most terrible prevaricator at 

Hill Belle: — "Oh, Mat, you are so modest." 

* # * 

If Jubilo lights a match will "Irish" Byrne? 

* * * 

Famous Sayings. 

"Gimme a sigellette." — Beninato. 

"Gome up to r-r-right dr-r-ress." "Sarge" Pop. 

"Do yer love me?" — Beatrous. 

"K-haw k-haw k-haw" — Cosio, Rodrigue and Willard. 

"Aw go on and grow some more." — Inge. 

"Nuttin' doin' N. K.— Simpson. 

"Aw, come up to attention." — Skinner. 

"Ladies go wild about me." — Mat Mahorner. 

"Come across-" — Reynaud. 

"Lemme read your letter-" — Gonsoulin and Lytal. 

High School Notes 


"Hayseeds" was standing behind five or six bats which were scat- 
tered over the ground warming up a pitcher. One anxious onlooker told 
him to movej up, but "Raph" quizzed "What's the difference?" Another 
wise spectator said "Better look out, 'Seeds," that ball might hit one of 
those bats and bounce in your face." Hearing which "Hayseeds" moved 
the bats and with a winning Tom Cat smile said "Thanks." 

ifc ^ -jjf -5)f 

Speaking of papers there are exactly three in the Little Yard, viz., the 
7th Grade Gazette, the 8th Grade Journal, and last but by no means least 
Froggies' Globe. The Gazette's coin drawer is Samuel Impestato, the 
world famous story writer. He pens bi-weekly for the paper and calls for 
something like $1.00 per word. The main attraction of the Journal is Mr. 
George Percy Winn, the V. P. of the paper, who is so enthusiastic that he 
peddles his own newspapers. The Globe, formerly the ECLIPSE, and still 
known to some by this name, is owned by Mr. James Archibald Thomas. 
With such and excellent editor the copies are purchased by every one. Un- 
fortunately though when the Globe should be published the sole editor 
becomes suddenly ill. It's a good alibi when "Frog's" mind does not feel 

# * # * 

"Y's" for the "Y's." 
(For the Thick: Why's for the Wise.) 

Why do A. J. Major and Abie detest water on Wednesdays and Sun- 
days ? 

Why is Rivers always "crabbing"? 

Why doesn't "Fats" get any more pink letters? 

Why is John Hughes such an Oriental slumberer? 

Why does Hilliard cry when he eloeutes ? 

Why is Quarles so big in one part of his body and small in all the 
others ? 

Why does Griffin call peanuts "cowpeas" ? 

Why do the Gold Dust Twins evacuate on Wednesdays and Sundays? 

Why was Lebert so glum before the First League was chosen ? 

Why is he smiling now? 

Why is June like a chipmunk ? 

Why is "Formless" Vega always asking for the Second League score 

Why is Hassovnger so fondly cared for in the Big Yard?? 

* * * * 

A Useless Occupation. 
Trying to find a guy who will sit with Oliver, John Faherty, Otto, 
Walsdorf and Jack Turpen at table- 

** ^» "^fv "^ 

Foolish Question No. 1264756 '/ 4 

Finch : "When a boy goes home does he go to the Treasurer and get 
enough money?" 


"Zieman, stop fooling!" 

"I wasn't fooling, Sam was squeezing my hand." 

* * * * 
The Giggling Chorus. 

"Frisch" Marston. 
"Teda" Walsh. 
"Banana Boat" Giannotti. 
"Ed-ifying" McEvoy. 

* * * * 

Billiard Sharks. 

"Cousin Sloppy." 
"Bad" A. J. 
"Horse Shoe" Pond. 
"Slim" Ascereto. 

* # # * 

Third League Menu. 

Scrambled crab a la A. J. Major. "Taffy" Hardie. "Sir" Abie. "Lo'co- 
co" Provosty, etc. 

* * * * 

Prof: "Bogue, can you name one of Shakespeare's Comedies? 
"Kind CoCo": Sure, "As you were." 

* $ * # 

Was Spring Hill Spring Hill before Giannotti came? 

* * * * 
After Retreat. 

Oliver: Say, what did you notice especially during the three days o± 
silence ? 

Frog: I saw Hayseeds washing his Jersey on Good Friday. 
Oliver : Well both happen only once a year. 

Alumni Notes 

'63 Sherwood Hall, '63 lately visited S. H. C. He is pursuing a successful 
career in the Wholesale Hardware Company, Grand Rapids, Michigan. 
We hope his visits will not be few or far between. 

'65 Father H. C. Semple, S. J., A.B. '65, honored us with a visit during 
the Xmas vacations. He is at present stationed at Loyola Uni- 
versity, New Orleans. 

'73 .It was with great sorrow that we learned of the death in the early 
days of February of Hon. Judge George H. Theard, AB. 73, A.M. '76. 
A notice of his decease will be found in our obituary column. 

'78 Mr. Frank Zeigler, A.B. '78, has recently paid a visit to his old 
Alma Mater. He expressed his delight at the progress made by S. 
H. C. in recent years. 

'94 R. Rapier, B.S. '94, has severed his connection with the Mobile Regis- 
ter and entered into business in the Gayle Motor Co. Our wishes are 
ever for his continued success. 

'95 Chas. Greene, BS. '95, died on the 24th of December. It was with 
deepest sorrow that we learned of his death as he was dear both to 
faculty and students alike. 

'99 Mr. Albert C. Gasher, ex B.S. '99, who is now a successful banker in 
Birmingham, paid us a visit recently. He still retains his old affec- 
tion for S. H. C. 

'07 A little boy has come to gladden the home of N. Vickers, A.B. '07. 
We congratulate the happy father and mother. 

'09 Thomas V. Craven, B.S- '09, was elected state senator for the second 
district of Louisiana. We congratulate him on his appointment and 
wish his continued succes. 

'10 Another one of our recent visitors was Ferd. Hollander, Ex. A.B. '10. 
We were glad to see him in such fine form. 

'11 We are glad to find J. T. Bauer's name, A.B. '11, on the staff of the 
K. of C. school in Mobile. We congratulate him on his well merited 

'13 T. Clarence Lawless, B.S. '13, paid a visit of late to the college. He 
is at present an appraiser of the American Appraisal Co. in Milwau- 
kee, Wis. We are sure that his success will continue crescendo. 

'17 Alvin Christovich, A.B. '17, was married to Miss Elyria Kearney on 
the 4th of March in New Orleans. Christy has our best wishes for 
a prosperous and happy married life. 

'17 Howard Kelly, B.Litt. '17, has lately published a book entitled "What 
Outfit, Buddy?" We have no doubt of the reception it will receive, 
as Howard was always something of a literary genius. We quote the 
following from the "America" : 












"What Outfit, Buddy?" (Harper, $1.50), by T. Howard Kelly, is a new kind 
of war book. The author, who belongs to the class of 1917, Spring Hill College, 
Mobile, and was a private in the 26th Division, succeeds in letting "Jimmy McGee, 
a real regular fighting Yank who has seen his share of la guerre, tell the story 
of the things he encountered." The amiable hero, who had volunteered, meets 
in France "Bill" Preston, who had been drafted, and undertakes to show him 
the best way of finding "something to monjay and a place to cushay." Mean- 
while the reader learns about Jimmy's amusing adventures on his way to Europe, 
his impressions of France, and his achievements at the front, all told in the 

vivid slang of the doughboy but with the use of more expletives than artistic 
realism require. The artillery duels that took place during the last few weeks 
of the war are forcibly described and the carnage of the American advance loses 

none of its gruesomeness in the author's narrative. 

'17 J. Beaver, B.S. '17, came here on a honeymoon trip. He had just mar- 
ried Miss Grace Hill. We wish the happy pair a continuance of good 
fortune and prosperity in their married life. 

'19 Joe Kopecky, A.B. '19, is doing gloriously at Washington. He is pur- 
suing a course of studies there and has written wishing to be remem- 
bered to all his old friends at S. H. C. The Springhillian wishes its 
former "ex -man" the best of good luck. 

'19 James Keoughan, Ex. A.B. '19, was recently married to Miss Howell 
of Chunchula, Ala. We wish the young couple all success and happi- 

High School Athletics 

The only drawback of the basket ball season in the Junior Division was the lack 
of games. The season only saw the team in action with outsiders thrice. The first 
game was played against Barton Academy on the Y. M. C. A. court in Mobile. It 
was the High School's initial victory. They hooked up with U. M. S. at home a week 
later, and again came out at the big end with a 20-6 score. The third and last contest 
was with their first opponents, Barton. This was the only game in which opposing 
team gave them anything in the line of competition. The High School fought an up- 
hill battle throughout the contest, and though the score was 11-7 in their disfavor at 
the end of the first period, it came with pep and fire in the second half, winning 
handily to the tune of 22-13. 

The team was a very good one and excellently handled by Ooach Murphy. Wni. 
Rainey was captain, and led his five well. Captain Rainey ,and E, McEvoy played 
guards, and by their vigilance the team was saved on several occasions. Bonner, at 
center, played a steady game and was there every minute. The forwards, Bogue and 
Gilbert, are mainly responsible for the three victories. Credit must be given to 
the subs for they were a scrapping bunch. 


A fast basket ball game was staged when the Barton Academy five went down 
to a 21-17 defeat at the hands of the High School team. The game was played on 
the Y. M. C. A. court before a large crowd of the supporters of each team. 

The game was cleanly played throughout, both sides displaying some good work. 
Barton was not able to break up Spring Hill's superior passing in the last half and 
consequently lost. For the Hillians, Bonner and Bogue played the best brand of ball, 
while for Barton, Stubbs showed some classy work. Coach Robbins of the Y team was 
the referee. 


S. H. H. defeated Wrights in a rather one sided game on the College court. The 
Juniors led all the way and completely outclassed the U. M. S. quintet. Both teams 
fought hard throughout and had worlds of pep in them. 

Burgett showed up best for Wrights, caging their two field goals and scoring 
two points on fouls. On the High School team arvis (subbing for Bonner, who was on 
the sick list), and Bogue played a good game. Gilbert also shot some pretty ringers 
for the High School. 


In a fast and exciting game Spring Hill High defeated Barton Academy five on 
the former's court to the tune of 22 to 13, giving the Hillians the edge on the prep 
honors as it made the second consecutive victory of the Bartonians. 

Barton had the best of it during the first half, leading at the end of that period 
by four points, 11-7. Stubbs in this period did some excellent work for Barton, and 
was easily the star of the game. But in the second half Spring Hill started in with 
a rush, and in three minutes tied the score, and then forged ahead, when Bogue and 
Gilbert caged some pretty throws. 

College Athletics 

The initial practice of the 1920 basket ball season was held in the college gym. 
on January 7th. The following candidates reported to Coach Ducote for practice: 
Capt. Walet, Lopez, Winling, Toups, Le Sassier, White Tumminello, McEvoy, Rodrigue, 
D. Burguires, A. Burguires, Berthier, Croci. Among these Captain Walet, Lopez and 
Winling were lettermen and LeSassier a substitute on last year's varsity. After about 
a week of practice the following squad was selected: Lopez, Toups and McEvoy, for- 
wards; Capt. Walet, center; Winling, LeSassier, White and Tumminello, guards. As 
is usual, Captain Walet, Lopez and Toups lead in goal shooting, while the floor work 
and guarding fell to the lot of LeSassier and Winling. The principal reason for the 
team's success was undoubtedly the excellent pass work which was in evidence through- 
out the season. 

The principal victories of the season were the Tulane and Mobile Y. M. C. A. 
games. The latter five is one of the claimants of the Southern basket ball cham- 
pionship, and Tulane met with the first defeat ever handed an Olive and Blue team 
by the Purple and White. 

The team undertook a five-day trip into Louisiana and Mississippi and played 
the following teams: 

Louisiana State University, Tulane Loyola, Jefferson, National A. C. and St. 
Stanislaus College. Jefferson, Loyola and the National A. C. were defeated, while one 
game was lost to L. S. U., Tulane and St. Stanislaus, respectively. 

A total of fourteen games were played with nine victories and five defeats. 

The Schedule. 

Jan. 26— Spring Hill 21, Mobile Y. M. C. A. 30. 

Jan. 28— Spring Hill 30, Fort Morgan 8. 

Feb. 1— Spring Hill 30, St. Stanislaus College 18. 

Feb. 2 — Spring Hill 11, Tulane University 20. 

Feb. 3— Spring Hill 30, Jefferson College 24. 

Feb. 4— Spring Hill 19, National Athletic Club 17. 

Feb. 4 — Spring Hill 20, Loyola University 14. 

Feb. 5— Spring Hill 25, St. Stanislaus College 47. 

Feb. 8— Spring Hill 44, National Athletic Club 25. 

Feb. 11— Spring Hill 39, Mobile Y. M. C. A. 26. 

Feb. 14 — Spring Hill 9, Louisiana State University 38. 

Feb. 21— Spring Hill 22, Tulane University 21. 

Feb. 21— Spring Hill 69, Loyola University 17. 

Jan. 26— Spring Hill 21, Mobile Y. M. C. A. 30. 

On the night of January 26th the first game of the season was played with the 
redoubtable Mobile "Y" quintet and finished in a victory for the Mobile basketeers 
by the score of 30 to 21. The visitors were outplayed in the first half, the score at the 
end of the half standing 14 to 9 in favor of the collegians. In the second half the 
spectacular goal shooting of Captain Mike Steber, "Y" guard, earned the victory for his 
team. Dave Steber and Bush, the "Y" forwards, also seemed to have theirl eyes on 
the baskets, while for Spring Hill Capt. Walet at center with five field goals, Toups 
with three and Lopez with two, came next. The guarding and floor work of Winling 
and LeSassier was of a very high order. The score follows: 
> Spring Hill (21) Positions. Y. M. C. A. (30 

Lopez 5 _ Right Forward _ _ D. Steber 7 

Toups 6 Left Forward .Bush 6 

Walet 10 ..Center .Gaines 

LeSassier Right Guard Robinson 

Midgett 4 

Winling Left Guard Wilson 

M. Steber 13 
Referee, Ducote. Umpire, Robbins. Time of halves, 20 minutes. 

Feb. 1, Spring Hill 30, St. Stanislaus College 18. 

Outplayed and outgamed, the St. Stanislaus College five went down to defeat 
before Spring Hill by the score of 30 to 18. The passing of the local five and the 
accurate caging of difficult shots by Lopez was the principal fly in the Bay oint- 


ment. Winling seemed to be all over the floor at the same time and in addition found 
time to cage two shots. For the visitors, Stack, at left forward, and Phillips at left 
guard, did the heavy work. 

The score follows: 
Spring Hill (30) Position. St. Stanislaus (18) 

Lopez 18 Right Forward -. Voelkel 2 

Toups 6 - Left Forward _ Stack 8 

Walet . - Center _ ... ...Higgins 


LeSassier 2 Right Guard Rosenblath 

Winling 4 Left Guard Phillips 8 

Referee, Murphy. Time of halves, 1st half 20 minutes, 2nd half, 15 minutes. 

Feb. 5, Spring Hill 27, St. Stanislaus College 45. 

After playing five games in four days with no rest, the Spring Hill College five 
succumbed to the attack of the St. Stanislaus team and came out at the short end of 
a 45 to 27 score. Although defeated, Spring Hill did not stop fighting until the last 
whistle had blown. Voelkel, Phillips and Stack starred for the Bay team, while Toups, 
Walet and LeSassier led the Spring Hill offensive. The game was the cleanest of 
the season, only two fouls, and both technical, were called by Referee Tanguis. 

The score follows: 
Spring Hill (27) Position. St. Stanislaus (45) 

Lopez 2 .Right Forward _ Voelkel 20 

Toups 9 Left Forward _ Phillips 9 

Walet 6 Center Stack 12 

White 2 

Winling 2 Right Guard .Rosenblath 2 

LeSassier 6 Left Guard Bishop 2 

Referee, Tanguis. 

Feb. 11, Spring Hill 39, Mobile Y. M. C. A. 26. 

Alter several years of efforts a Spring Hill basket ball team finally succeeded 
in downing the formidable Mobile Y. M. C. A. quintet. The score was 39 to 26, but 
it does not begin to tell the battle put up by the Hillians and how sweet the victory 
was to them. The game was a battle royal throughout, with no quarter asked and 
as was hoped no excuses for defeat from either team. The "Y" five could not cope with 
Spring Hill's superior pass work, though theirs was also very good. Toups and Walet 
with eight field goals apiece, led for the locals, while Dave Steber, Cunningham 
and Robinson did the best work for the "Y." 

The score follows: 
Spring Hill (39) Position. Y. M. C. A. (26) 

Lopez 2 Right Forward _ Cunningham 6 

Toups 19 Left Forward D. Steber 10 

Walet 16 Center. _ .......Gaines 1 


Winling 2 - Right Guard...... Robinson 6 

LeSassier Left Guard Strickland 

Referee, Ducote. Time, 1st half 20 minutes; 2nd half, 15 minutes. 

Feb. 21, Spring Hill 22, Tulane University 21. 

Thoroughly outplayed in the first half, the Tulane University five came back 
strong in the second half and succeeded in running up their score to within a point 
of Spring Hill's total. Although there is but one point separating the two, teams the 
game was not quite as close as the score would indicate. The visitors! did not once 
tie the score and it was only towards the end of the second half that Dwyer, Tulane's 



long range artist, succeeded in getting his shots through the little steel hoop. He had 
done it effectually several times when with the score 20 to 18 Lopez caged a beautiful 
shot from midfield, making Spring Hill's total twenty-two. An Olive and Blue at- 
tempt landed, making their total twenty. Just as the whistle blew Referee Murphy, 
who had handled the rough contest in a most satisfactory manner, called a foul on a 
Spring Hill player. Cohen caged the free throw, ending the most spectacular and 
hardest fought game of the season. 
The score follows: 
Spring Hill (22) Position Tulane (21) 

Lopez 8 Right Forward _ ......Nagle 4 

Toups 10 . _ ...Left Forward Farnsworth 4 

Wallet 4 Center.. .....Wight 

Winling _ Right Guard .Dwyer 8 

LeSassier Left Guard , Cohen 5 

Referee, Murphy. Time of halves, 20 and 15 minutes. 



In the death of Hon. George Henry Theard at the beginning of February 
Spring Hill lost one of her most noted alumni. Born in New Orleans on 17th 
of May, 1857, he graduated in August, 1873 with the highest honors in his 
class. He was the recipient of the first gold medal ever donated by Spring 
Hill for superior merit in examination for the degree of Bachelor of Arts. 
In recognition of his brilliant talent and thorough knowledge he was offered 
at the close of his career a professorship in his Alma Mater, but declined 
in order to take up the study of law. Three years later he received the 
honorary degree of Master of Arts. Judge Theard began to read law in 
the office of his father, Judge Paul E- Theard. Later he graduated from 
the University of Louisiana, now Tulane University, on the 3rd of May, 
1878, a few days before he reached the age of majority. In the meantime 
he was also receiving valuable practical training as a clerk of court. He 
acted in that capacity from 1874 to 1883, in which year he entered upon 
the active practice of law as a member of the firm of P. E. Theard & Sons. 
His success at the bar was rapid, and he was regarded not only as an 
accomplished scholar, but as a lawyer of great ability and of the soundest 
judgment. In 1892 he was appointed to succeed Hon. Albert Voorhies as 
judge of Division E of the civil court of New Orleans. Judge Theard took 
part in the popular movements of 1874 and 1877 which put an end to car- 
pet-baggism and inaugurated a Democratic administration in Louisiana 
under Governor Francis T. Nicholls. During the last two political cam- 
paigns, as a supporter of Governor Nicholls and Governor Foster, he be- 
came prominent throughout the whole state as a public speaker, gaining a 
most enviable reputation as an orator. His services, particularly in the 
last struggle, were constant, brilliant and most effective. He never filled 
any public office. In 1888, however, he was chosen one of the presidential 
electors who cast the vote of Louisiana for Grover Cleveland. Judge Theard 
was socially one of the most popular gentlemen in New Orleans. For years 
he had been prominent in the mystic organizations, which contributed so 
much to the success of the carnival festivities. He was first vice president 
of the Jesuit Alumni Association of the city. He had travelled extensively 
in Europe, visiting all the great centres of the old world, and acquired a 
polish and knowledge to be obtained only by touring abroad. 

Of his worth as a judge the following editorial from the Times-Picayune 
will testify: 


By the death of Judge George H. Theard of the Civil District Court, the Louisiana 
bench, bar and public suffer a heavy loss. By training, temperament and natural gifts 
Judge Theard was exceptionally qualified for service upon thel bench, possessing* in 
remarkable combination the qualities required for the successful and satisfactory ad- 
ministration of justice. His fine mental endowment and proficiency as a student were 
demonstrated by his graduation from college at an unusually early date. He was grad- 
uated as a lawyer before reaching his majority. He came to the Civil District bench 
of Orleans parish by appointment of Governor Foster in 1892, after ten years of 
successful practice of his profession had won for him a place among the leaders of 
the New Orleans bar. His record as a judge, through nearly Itwenty-eight years 
of continuous service, was honorably distinguished and successful. 

Practicing lawyers admired Judge Theard for his impartiality and respected him 

Hill for superior me'- ' i n examination for the degree of Bachelor of Arts. 


for his profound knowledge of the law. Litigants and others) who came before him 
esteemed him for his fairness and unfailing courtesy. His decisions were rarely over- 
turned or modified by the higher courts on appeal, and in this respect) he leaves a 
record seldom surpassed in the annals of Louisiana jurisprudence. While his liking 
for this difficult and important field of public service led him voluntarily to forego the 
greater pecuniary rewards he might have won as a practicing attorney, his choice was 
a fortunate one for the public, since able attorneys are more numerous than exceptional- 
ly gifted judges. Judge Theard's passing is mourned and deeply regretted not only oy 
his professional associates and personal friends, but by the community at large. 

— G. Walet, A.B. '22. 


By the death of Melbourne G. Dempsey Spring Hill on February 19 
lost one of her most genial and popular students. Melbourne came here 
in September, 1915, and by his gentle and noble character soon won a 
place in the affection of all his companions. An altar boy ; a member of 
Our Blessed Lady's Sodality, he was voted third on the good conduct list 
last year. He was ever attentive to his studies and succeeded well both 
in class and yard. The announcement of his death was received with uni- 
versal sorrow and the members of the R. 0. T. C- had a wreath placed on 
his grave in New Orleans. To his good parents and many friends we offer 
our sincerest condolences. — R. I. P- 

— C. J. O'Shee, A.B. '23. 

MR. J. B. McAULEY, S. J. 

The news of the sudden death of Mr. J. B. McAuley, S. J., in New Or- 
leans, following an operation for appendicitis, coming as we go to press, 
leaves us insufficient time or space to do justice to his memory. While 
grieving with his many friends over his death, we defer to another issue 
a more complete account of same. 

— R. I. P. 


After glancing over the magazines lying before us we conclude that it would be 
well to state some of our views on criticism before we go further, that is, if certain 
ex-men will excuse "a small bore." In many of the magazines we see complaints on 
too harsh criticism and some pretty lively pen battles over certain points involved 
in judging. Several pounce upon an unfortunate ex-man for condemning articles in 
their own journals. There are certain grounds for such criticism on both sides, but 
both go too far. The opinion of the majority of writers concerning such is that the 
exchange columns in college magazines are edited for the purpose of helping young 
authors in their literary efforts. An ex-man should point out the defects of a work 
as well as its merits, but in such a manner as not to be insulting or hurtful to the 
author. The young author for his part should not become puckered up because some- 
one has found a flaw in his work, but should heed the friendly advice and, co use an 
old maxim, should profit by his mistakes. It has long been the custom among college 
exchange editors to be lavish in praise of a work if it seems at all good, but to say 
little or nothing concerning the work not so good. In reality the latter case needs 
the criticism more than the former and the details whether they bring out good 
or bad points should be considered. Usually the more one goes into details the better 
does he succeed in his criticism. For to say something is bad is to hurt the author 
unless you point out the defects. While if the critic delves more into essentials he is 
helping the author to correct his mistakes. Slashing criticism is especially to be 
avoided, since amateurs are more sensitive on such than most professional writers. But 
if we keep on "laying down the law" which as a matter of fact has been told again and 
again in most magazines we will be tied down to practicing what we preach, which is 
next to impossible with censors of such mediocre talents as ourselves. 

Of the magazines now before us, one critic alone defends his own journal. This, 
of course, was the proper thing to do, so let us introduce the De Paul Minerval. 
"Move On" keeps up the Minerval's reputation as the biding place of good stories. 
When we consider it as a whole it makes a rather pleasing appearance, yet the plot 
does not show much originality, being the same old story of the good Samaritan, the 
benevolent rich lady, and the prejudiced old beggar and his child. Still it is the old 
themes that take best, especially if they are thrown in a different light and given 
new life, such as the above. The "Winning Hand" is another story that upholds the 
magazine's reputation. The "dream plot" works out to success with its readers and 
the climax is well worked up before the surprise is sprung. There is a fair amount of 
probability in it all, for a tired sleepy business man who has been defeated by a rival 
would most likely have just such a wild dream. Yet we find it hard to suppose that 
such a crazed dream would work out into such a smooth long complicated plot before 
it was broken up, that each of the numerous details would in turn be dreamed by the 
sleeping man, for there is a limit to dreams. 

We do not altogether agree with one author in his severe criticism of Coleridge's 
works. We are forced to admit, however, that the writer displayed considerable amount 
of talent both as a critic and as an essayist. His essay is not hard or drawn, but 
shows an easy flowing style and well chosen words. Yet the greatness or poorness 
of an author of any sort is determined principally by those with whom we compare him. 
If some minor poet were our standard many would be great poets, but even the great- 
est of our poets, Shakespeare for instance, have their faults. Summing up, the strength 
of the above writer's condemnation of Coleridge's works lies mainly in Coleridge's 
"unpardonable mingling of pagan superstition and the Christian faith." Strictly speak- 
ing this cannot decry his whole work and reputation, although it was a serious fault, 
and greviously did Coleridge pay for it. 

The poem "Jus a Lil Coon Chile," flashing under the charming guise of a light- 
hearted negro ballad, also brings out a good moral lesson. The dialect is also to be com- 
mended. The unusual meter of "Candle Tips" is alone sufficient to draw praise; but 
if we were to pick out the best poem in the issue we would choose "God's Masterpiece," 
which, as a matter of fact, is' by the same author." Lost Faith" would not fall so 
far behind either. The story, the "Secret Guest," is worth as much for the manner in 
which it lays before us some of the conditions in Ireland today as it is for its literary 
accomplishment. The composition, "The Science of the Laws of Thought," is a lengthy 


discourse on points of philosophy and should be of interest to students of that subject. 

This is the first occasion, I believe, for some time, that we have had the opportunity 
to introduce a magazine into our exchange list other than the publications of our Catholic 
schools. The simple meter of the poem "College Spirit" in the University of Tennessee 
magazine, is certainly to be admired, while the thoughts it expresses could hardly be 
taken otherwise. "Historical Knoxville" being on a subject little known, is made so 
much the more interesting. Although laboring on a theme told over and over again, 
the author of "Robert E. Lee" is to be complimented on his splendid account of the 
military career of the great general. 

The two poems, "Song of the Prairies" and "Thought," would be a credit to any 
college journal. An elaborate description of the old. Russian stage is given in the 
"Flying Bat." To define or describe a difficult subject, such as beauty, so as to satisfy 
our own expectations and those of our readers, requires both skill land ingenuity, yet 
all of the few words contained int he littlee ssay, "Beauty," go straight to the point 
and supply everything needed in such a composition. The long historical sketch in 
the back of the magazine is of more interest to alumni and students of the university 
than to outsiders. 

Among the new magazines which have been sent us, let us mention the "Lorretine" 
from Webster Groves, Missouri. The first few essays tell of the visit of Belgium's 
"Fighting Cardinal." "Personalities" seems to be a review of Mrs. Kilmer's works. 
The quotations are, we think, most too lengthy for such a short essay. "Peter" is most 
too short to be called a story, but we like the simple conclusion. We would say "If" 
was a popular word around Webster Groves since two compositions, both in the same 
magazine, bear that title. "The Good Effects of War" is a bit of optimism much needed 
nowadays. The poets are also plentiful around the college. "The Home of the Druids" 
we consider the journal's best poem. Although we have not had th e opportunity of 
reading Mr. Cobbs' article on "Oh! Well, You Know How Women Are," we certainly 
enjoyed the fiery retorts appearing in the Lorretine. The article from the feminine point 
of view better perhaps than Mr. Cobbs' article discloses many of women's traits. The 
Lorretine seems to be the "Alma Mater" of several ardent suffragettes, so "Vote for 

We wish to express our thanks for the following magazines: "The Villa Sanctus 
Scholastica," Duluth, Minn.; "Holy Cross Purple," Worcester, Mass.; "Georgetown 
Journal," Georgetown University, Washington, D. C; "The Gonzaga," "The Loyola 
University Magazine," Chicago, 111. "The Solanian," Quincy College, Quincy, 111., etc. 

—A. E. Casey, A.B. '22. 

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Spring Hill From Afar (Verse) 1 

(A. c. M.) 

Little Epics (Essay) 3 


Vice Versa (Story) 6 


A Sonnet on the Sonnet (Verse) 9 

(J. C.) 

Catholics in Science (Essay) 10 

(B. NEFF) 

The Prodigal Father (Story) 12 


Magnanimous (Verse) 16 


George Eliot (Essay) 17 


Moonshine on the Rio (Story) 20 


Mother (Verse) 25 

(S. C.) 

A Modern Renaissance (Essay) 26 


Another Bolshevik Gone Wrong (Story) 29 




Students' Drill Field. 

Springhillian Staff*. 

Class of 1920- 

Varsity Baseball, 1920. 

High School Baseball, 1920. 

June Bugs. , 

Mr. Gordon Smith. 


Diary 34 

Chronicle 36 

College Locals 45 

High School Locals 49 

Alumni Notes _ 61 

Baseball 50 

Obituary 64 

Exchanges 65 

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Vol. XII JUNE, 1920. No. 4. 

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Just one more breathing of a sigh to thee, 
Just one more bugle call to die for thee, 
Spring Hill! 

A path across thy woods, aye, such is life, 
Life and its march of caravans thro' strife, 
While here and there a cheer-break thro' the elms 
Steals o'er us like a grace from other realms. 

Thy zephyr-viols, where the pine trees sigh, 
Blended in altos of thy victor-cry, 

"Spring Hill." 
Have left us like the wand'rers who rejoice 
To hear the music of a mother's voice. 

For sooth thou art as mother, sisters, friends, 
So oft hast drawn our souls to nobler ends, 
Pointed to planets with thy great pine-fingers, 
To stars and thrones where Light eternal lingers. 

How tenderly beneath thy hand we grew, 
Like little flowers in thine avenue, 
Like young biota, whom the mocking-bird 
Dilated with the springtime that he stirred, 
Whom many an angel-priest, in passing by, 
Essay'd with psalms and prayer to sanctify, 
Playing as 'twere seraphic psalteries 
Upon the stringlets of the summer breeze. 

Ah me, 'twas part of me, the path revolving 
Around the grotto where I loved to grow. 

Alas, to find me now, my sap dissolving 

On shores where Boreas and the wild winds blow! 

take me where my heart is ever pouring 

In thy rills, 
take me where my soul is ever soaring 

O'er thy hills! • 
come, ye pinions of ethereal powers, 

And deign to grant me 


A place amid the Spring Hill chapel-flowers, 
come, transplant me! 

Hark to the crackling of the resin'd pine ! 
Tis all aglow within this heart of mine, 
Tis kindled in the woodlands of the soul, 
Boundless as lightning-flash from pole to pole. 
Come, mocker, burn with me, and fire with glee 
The songsters of the spirit ! Strong and free 
Sing it a name, that halo thro' the dark. 
Voice in the wilderness, life's morning lark, 

Spring Hill! 
And fill the soul with love of the serene, 
Of life beyond the storm, the great unseen 

Spring Hill! 

—A. C. M. 


Battle iEptrs 

A.R TOPICS seemed to us long out of date. Yet if we are to 
judge from the flood of literature which still pours in upon us 
from all sides about the year years' struggle, we are inclined 
to believe that there are many who find an excuse for return- 
ing to it. Such, indeed, is our temptation as we read the poems 
of Robert Service- There seems no better way of reviewing 
the history of the conflict than in these "bits of rhymes tinkered in doleful 
hours of battle din, through vigils of the fateful night, in filthy barns by 
candle light, in dugouts sagging and aflood." The melting pot of war into 
which "prince and page, sot and sage, poet, professor and circus clown, 
chimney sweeper and fop of the town" are all thrown in, was never better 
described than in "The Call." The maniac bells which ring over the gorse 
and golden dells, the gluttonous guns, the wailing and weeping in the 
reaping of Death's red sickle; all these are vividly impressed. The spirit 
of sacrifice which swept like a great wave over the nations is excellently 
portrayed in "The Fool." A student hears the bugle call and chucks his 
books away. The Latin and Greek he has got in his head is to do for a 
duller day. He was called a fool for abandoning his forest and furrow, 
lawn and lea, his prizes all in a row. He dies in one of the first battles 
of the war and the poet muses on his fate. 

Now there's his dog by his empty bed, 

And the flute he used to play, 
And his favorite bat — but Dick he's dead 

Some where in France, they say; 
Dick with his rapture of song and sun, 

Dick of the yellow hair; 
Dicky whose life had just begun, 

Carrion — cold out there. 

A fool! Ah, no. He was more than wise. 

His was the proudest part. 
He died with the glory of faith in his eyes, 

And the glory of love in his heart. 

Although there is no stone to mark his friend's grave, yet the poet 
consoles himself with the assurance that he "batted well" in the last great 
game of all. The same spirit of service is well, but not so strongly shown in 
"The Volunteer." The first disasters of the war are detailed in "The Red 
Retreat." The soldier on the retreat from Mons to Ypres, recalls his first 
days in France z when "The Frenchies, how they lined the way and slung 
their palaver, and went dotty when we howled out the Marcelaisy." He 
contrasts these days with the present ones when the sad word Retreat 
had been given and the confident victors of a few days before were "ascur- 
rying before 'em Huns like a lot of blurry rabits and knowing we could 
smash them if we just had half a chance." 

Tramp, tramp the grim road from Mons to Wipers 
I've hammered out this ditty with me bruised and bleeding feet; 
Tramp, tramp the sad road, the pals I left a lying there, 
Red there, and dead there. Oh blimy it's a shame. 


The atrocities of the invading army were never better depicted than 
in "Jean Desprez." The poem entitled "Young Fellow My Lad" is a fine 
tribute to the dead. 

So you'll live, Young Fellow My Lad, 

In the gleam of the evening star, 
In the wood-note wild and the laugh of the child, 

In all sweet things that are. 
And you'll never die, my wonderful boy, 

While life is noble and true, 
For all our 'beauty and hope and joy 

We will owe to our lads like you. 

The sufferings connected with the actual fighting are told in "On 
the Wire." Caught in the wiring the wounded soldier calls on God to take 
the sun from the sky for 

It's laughing, the cursed sun; 
See how it swells and swells, 
Fierce as a hundred hells. 
God will it never have done, 
Its searing the flesh on my bones, 
Its beating with hammers red 
My eyeballs into my head. 
Its parching my very moans — 
See, it's the size of the sky, 
And the sky is a torrent of fire, 
Foaming on me as I lie 
Here on the wire — the wire. 

The pains and joys of convalescence are sung in "The Convalescent" 
and above all in the beautiful poem "Fleurette." Flurette while visiting her 
brother in a hospital takes pity on a mangled mass of flesh and blood lying 
near his bed. 

Though she kissed my burning lips 
With her mouth like a scented flower, 
And I thrilled to the finger-tips, 
And I hadn't even the power 
To say: "God bless you, dear!" 
And I felt such a precious tear 
Fall on my withered cheek, 
And darn it! I couldn't speak. 

Of the fear that comes to the heart of every soldier at some time he 
says, in "Funk": 

When your marrer bone seems 'oiler, 

And you're glad you ain't no taller, 

And you're all ashakin' like you 'ad the chills, 

When your skin creeps like a pullet's, 

And you're ducking all the bullets, 

And you're green as gorgonzola round the gills; 

When your legs seem made of jelly, 

And you're squeamish in the belly, 

And you want to turn about and do a bunk; 

For Gawd's sake, kid, don't show it: 

Don't let your mateys know it — 

You're just sufferin' from funk, funk, funk 


Again the utter weariness of the soldiers is expressed in "A Song of 
the Sandbags," by the lines: 

Starin' over the sandbags, 

Sick of the 'ole damn thing; 
Fixing to keep meself awake, 

Earin' the bullets sing. 

The sage in him comes to the fore in "Carry On," which shows him to 
have a clear and correct view of the 

The man who can fight to Heaven's own bright 
Is the man who can fight when he's losing. 

Carry on! Carry on! 

Things never were looming so black. 

But show that you haven't a cowardly streak, 

And though you're unlucky you never are weak. 

Carry on! Carry on! 

Brace up for another attack, 

It's looking like 'ell but — you never can tell: 

Carry on, old man! Carry on! 

This motto, which applies to peace as well as to war, seems to have 
been an epitome of the poet's life. His career has been none of the easiest. 
He shared all the hardships of the war and lost a brother in the Canadian 
Infantry. Perhaps it is for this reason that we revere his poems above 
those of other war poets who never had, like him, first hand experience of 
the sorrows and trials of those who gave their lives and service for us 
and whose memory is enshrined in his rhymes. 

— H. Simpson, A.B. '20- 


fl N A SMALL ISLAND three miles off the southern coast of Eng- 
land facing Portsmouth is a convict prison, one of the largest 
in the British Empire. As may be expected, it is exceptionally 
hard to escape from there. Even though some daring convict 
should succeed in outwitting his guards, he cannot remain on 
the island long without recapture. It would be considered as 
much of a miracle to swim the three miles from the mainland without being 
captured on landing by waiting officials who have been forewarned of 
the escape by the boom of cannon from the island. There have been, of 
course, many trials, but few have been successful. 

Two years ago last October John Harrington, a notorious London 
crook, who had been sentenced to ten years for various large thefts in 
and out of the city, was brought to Portsmouth, and after having gone 
through the usual preliminaries, was set to work at a stone quarry 1 near 
the prison. He was a man about thirty years of age, of ordinary height 
and well proportioned muscular body. His face was full and jovial and it 
was only upon close examination Jthat you could find something which 
told of his inner cunning and crookedness. His first two weeks were spent 
at the quarry. The work was naturally hard and was made doubly so by 
the guards, who with a knowledge of his past life, took little care to spare 
his feelings. Yet he seemed not to mind all this. He worked hard and 
often responded to his ill-treatment with a joke; he even tried to make 
friends with several of those who maltreated him. 

His only friend was a fellow convict whose cell was placed next to his 
and with whom he corresponded at all times by a special code of signals. 
It was on one of these occasions while communicating with his friend that 
he was pointed out to some visitors who happened to be passing his call. 
Amongst these was the famous detective, Sexton Blake, whose attention 
seemed immediately riveted on him and his manner of communication with 
his fellow prisoner. Blake had often tried to trap him in some of his 
London deals, but had failed as many times. Had it not been for the du- 
plicity of one of his pals, Harrington would not be now in Portsmouth serv- 
ing a ten-year sentence. 

The first few days of overwork had been enough to tell him that his 
ten years would more than likely amount to a life term and as his life had 
been one chain of chances, he resolved to take a last one and escape from 
the prison. "At all events," he said to himself, "I would rather be shot down 
than eke out a miserable existence here." 

Nearly every week a dense fog would settle on the island, becoming so 
thick that it was almost impossible for a person to see more than a few 
feet ahead of him. These fogs afford the prisoners their only chance of 
escape. This is accomplished by lying flat on the ground and remaining 
there while all the others are called in to report as the fog thickens. This 
danger is especially appreciated by the wardens, who take great care to 
have all the convicts return from the fields to the prison yard before the 
fog becomes too dense. Accordingly when a fog was seen to approach a 


whistle was blown at the prison which warned the guards, then the con- 
victs were lined up and swiftly marched to their quarters. Those who were 
stationed at the quarry were always in before the fog could settle, but 
those who worked in the fields were some times caught in it on account of 
the long distance to the prison yard. 

In the fall more hands were needed in the fields to help reap the newly 
ripened grain. Harrington, because of his apparent good conduct, was one 
of those sent to help out. One afternoon during his first week at the 
new work the shrill note of the fog whistle broke upon them. It was only 
a matter of a few secondsi until they were swiftly on their way to the 
prison. They had not gone far, however, before the fog began to settle; 
and before they covered half of the remaining distance it had become one 
thickest that had visited the island in a long time. 

Harrington realized that this was his chance. He watched every move 
of the guard closest to him and when he got an opportunity swiftly but 
quietly slipped to one side and fell flat on the ground. He neither moved 
or breathed until the last guard had passed by ; then he set out for the 
shore as fast as the fog would permit him. He had not gone far, how- 
ever, before he heard the boom of a small cannon. He knew too well what 
that meant. They had missed him and that signal commanded every avail- 
able guard on the island and mainland to search for him. He slowed into 
a trot so that he could see better ahead of him, but in spite of his vigilance 
he nearly ran into the arms of a guard near the shore. They both saw each 
other at the same time. There was a pause and the guard leveled his gun, 
but he was too slow; Harrington wrenched it from his grasp before he 
could fire. A scuffle ensued, both fell to the ground, Harrington on the 
bottom. He realized that his dreams of freedom were vanishing. The 
guard, who had already shouted for help, was on top and he could not 
wrench himself free. Just then his hand fell on a short stout stick, his 
grasp tightened as he raised it, and utilizing his great strength brought 
it with a crash against the head of his antagonist, who rolled to one side 
in a huge unconscious heap. 

The convict now heard the shouts of many other guards close behind 
him, but they were too late; he was already on the beach towards the 
water at the top of his speed, discarding his clothes as he ran. In a few 
minutes he was well out from shore, headed for freedom. He had been 
raised in a country house by the seashore and had become an expert swim- 
mer, but to swim three miles after having run two and having had a 
struggle to boot would tax anybody's strength. However, the love of 
freedom urged him on and by nightfall he was slowly half unconsciously 
dragging himself up the rocks on the mainland, where exhausted by the 
strain, he dropped into a limber heap. There he lay manv hours in a half 
swoon, half slumber. When he woke up he felt much refreshed. However, 
he was almost naked and what was worse very hungry. He cautiously 
made his way to a nearby road and hid in a clump of bushes. True to his 
profession, he forced the next passerby to furnish him with a suit of 
clothes and enough money to buy a good meal. Avoiding towns and vil- 
lages, he made his way towards the capital and was lost in London. 

Although several robberies occurred during the winter months which 


were attributed to Harrington and the reward for his arrest was trebled, 
Scotland Yard was at its wits' end to capture him. 

A year had almost passed when Sexton Blake, coming up one of the 
streets leading to Whitehall, saw a policeman standing on one of the cor- 
ners leisurely striking his club against the sidewalk. There was nothing to 
distinguish him from the thousand other policemen in the city. As Blake 
passed him his ear was 1 attracted by the rhythm of the beating of the club 
against the pavement. Where had he heard that sound before? Suddenly 
a light dawned upon him, and walking up to the Bobbie he said, "I arrest 
you in the King's name. You are John Harrington, escaped convict from 
Portsmouth." It was John Harrington. He had joined the police force to 
escape detection and had a warrant for his own arrest in his pocket when 
searched at the station. 

—A. J. Dooley, A.B. '24. 

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(After Richard Gilder) 

'Tis echoing- chimes of soft melodious bell 

Of fairy-land which lure to ecstasy 

The poet's soul. Of Petrach's heart the key 

Wherewith he oped and found Son's Miracle ; 

A starry strain which from star-casements fell ; 

Yet oftentimes, deep tears of agony 

Of one, woe-crushed, who knew Gethsemane ; 

Eternal shrieks from the red gulfs in Hell. 

Such is the sonnet. 'Tis white flames that soar 

From hearts that seek for Life beyond Death's portal; 

Love-canticles that saints sing evermore; 

A fallen lute from Heaven's poets immortal ; 

A snowy lily from Queen Mary's hair; 

Sweet, golden thoughts of Jesus while at prayer ! 

—J. C. 


fflailjnltrfi in Btvmtt 

BRUCE NEFF, A.B. '23. 

HE CATHOLIC CHURCH has often been accused of being a foe 
of science and a stumbling block on the highway of progress 
and civilization. To one who has made the slightest inquiry 
into the subject, it will be clearly evident that the contrary is 
the truth, and that the Church has been, and is still, the great- 
est promoter of science. This question covers too wide a field 
to be fully dealt with here, and only a few of the great scientists of the 
Catholic Church can be mentioned. 

The greatest of all the sciences is astronomy and the greatest of all 
astronomers were Catholics. They were its designers and chief builders, 
although there certainly have been master-workmen of astronomy not of 
the Catholic faith. Among the greatest of Catholic astronomers may be 
mentioned Galileo and Copernicus. The latter was the founder of the mod- 
ern system of the world. Galileo, the father of experimental science, was 
the inventor of the telescope. Certainly these are two great Catholic 

The discovery of Neptune by Le Verrier was one of the most extra- 
ordinary achievements of human genius. To this Catholic savant of France 
must be accorded the first place among mathematical astronomers. His 
contributions to astronomy were of the highest order. Besides being a 
profound astronomer, he was a pious Catholic and was as devoted to his 
crucifix as to his telescope. 

Father Angelo Secchi, the greatest student of the sun that ever lived, 
was a member of the great Society of Jesus, that has done so very much 
for the advancement of science. His great work on the sun is a priceless 
treasure to the astronomer. 

One of the Greatest and most universal blessings of practical science 
conferred on civilized man by the church, is the Gregorian calendar. It was 
arranged by Pope Gregory XIII in 1582, and is almost exactly correct. There 
is an error of less than a day in three thousand years. This is indeed suf- 
ficiently accurate for all civil reckoning. 

Everyone has heard of Christopher Columbus, and of his great feat 
in discovering that the world is round. He was a navigator and astronomer 
and gained his livelihood for awhile by the construction of maps and charts. 
It was from studying various maps and reading the narratives of Marco 
Polo that he learned that part of the world remained undiscovered, and 
conceived the notion that Asia extended easterly into the great dark west- 
ern sea. And notwithstanding his several voyages to the New World, he 
died in the belief that the land he discovered was a portion of Asia. Every- 
body knows the story of his voyages and sufferings. Christopher Colum- 
bus was truly a great man, and besides this, he was a good and earnest 
Catholic. There were several other great Catholic discoverers and naviga- 
tors who lived during and soon after the time of Columbus ; for instance, 
Magellan, Gama, Vespucci, Balboa, Pizarro, de Soto, and many others. 


The greatest contributers to the science of electricity were men, be- 
longing to the Catholic faith. At the time of Giovanni's experiment, elec- 
tricity, as an experimental science, had almost reached a standstill. His 
great experiment was when he found that the contact of a conductor of 
an electric machine with a frog caused the limbs of the frog to convulse. 
This was the beginning of galvanism, or voltaism, or dynamic electricity- 
From his experiments dates a new and important era in the world of 
science. Volta continued in the footsteps of Galvani and made the most 
astonishing discoveries. By the power of his genius and his indefatigable 
industry he invented the voltaic pile, the first galvanic battery. 

Almost the whole work in reducing electricity to a scientific form and 
establishing its laws was done by Coulomb and Ampere, both good Cath- 
olics. So also Galvani and Volta were great and earnest members of the 
church. The invention of the storage, or secondary, battery and the appli- 
cation of the Gramme dynamo as an electro-motor, taken together, may 
soon supplant steam in commerce. For these two great features of recent 
practical science we are indebted to two other eminent Catholic scientists, 
Gramme and Planti. 

Antoni Laurent Lavoisier, the founder of modern chemistry, was born 
in Paris in 1743. The name of this Catholic physicist is, beyond dispute, 
the greatest in chemistry; and it is. safe to say that none of the great 
sciences is as much indebted to a single man as chemistry is to Lavaisier. 
He was a thorough enthusiast in the pursuit of chemistry ; his very heart 
was in the science. 

Among the greatest of the alchemists was Roger Bacon, who lived 
about the year 1250. He was a Franciscan monk, and a native of Somerset- 
shire, in England. This Friar Brown was a most extraordinary genius, 
and is said to have made many chemical discoveries. 

Of the early chemists about the year 1590, the Catholic name of Van 
Helmont is one of the most famous. His is the merit of having introduced 
the term gas into chemistry. He describes many different kinds of gases, 
and distinguishes them from watery vapor. 

It is conceded that France has done more for the philosophy of chemis- 
try in recent years than any other country. And the great French chemists 
have nearly 1 all been children of the Church. Among them, the name of 
Dumas must be placed with the very first. His labors in organic chemistry 
have been productive of the most important results. 

The greatest name in mineralogy is that of Rene Just Haiiy. the creator 
of the modern science of crystallography. By the indefatigable labors of 
a lifetime, he demonstrated the importance of crystalline form in the classi- 
fying of minerals. He was an humble French priest, and a native of 

Nicolans Steno, the great Danish anatomist, a Catholic bishop, living 
in Italy, was one of the very greatest contributers to the advancement of 
the young science of geology. He lived about the year 1670. 
ni. \ ^viewing this matter it can clearly be seen that the Catholic 
Church has not only always aided science, but has also contributed the 
majority of scholars to this great branch of learning. As "The future is 
best told by the past," it may be confidently predicted that Catholics will 
continue to be foremost in the advancement of learning and science 


Stye prnbtgai 3faf lji>r 

4THER BAiRRET had just finished saying Holy Mass in the 
Pro-Cathedral and as he stepped out into the street and pro- 
ceeded to take a little exercise he was struck by the intense 
beauty of his surroundings. It was Easter Monday morning, 
1916, and as he viewed all the scenes around him, he was very 
happy for he had only arrived in Dublin a few days before on 
a vacation from his parochial duties in Canada and was glad to be back 
in his old home town. 

Father Rockwood Barret was the son of an English nobleman, but 
having been born and bred in Dublin, Ireland, he naturally felt some of the 
hatred for the English and their religion that the Irish felt and this very 
hatred for the English and intense longing to be a true Irishman had caused 
the break of relations between himself and father. This had occurred 
when he was only eighteen years of age and he had all prospects for a 
bright career at Oxford before him. Rockwood' s father was an Eng- 
lishman through and through. He possessed all the hate of the Irish which 
had caused his ancestors to force the penal laws on them, and to punish 
them by death for professing their faith. Accordingly he could not stand 
to see a son of his become a Catholic. However, Rockwood decided that he 
would follow his conscience and so became a Catholic. Upon hearing of 
this his father had disowned him and so Rockwood went to Canada, where 
he could practice his faith in peace and happiness. While in Canada he 
had received the Divine call to a higher life and had become a Catholic 

As Father Barret sauntered along Marlborough street, possibly think- 
ing of the many times he had traversed this street while; yet a child in 
Dublin many years before, his attention was attracted by a man standing 
behind a tree to the right of him. His object was evidently to get the 
priest to speak with him. His uniform immediately put Father Barret at 
ease and dispelled any doubts which he might have had as to the inten- 
tions of the stranger for Father Barret immediately recognized him as a 
Sinn Fein officer who had received Holy Communion with a few other men 
dressed in like manner at the mass he had just finished saying. The Sinn 
Feiner made a motion of secrecy to the priest, which was enough to explain 
his reason for wishing to converse with the priest in a somewhat secret 
spot and then after introducing himself as Lieutenant Patrick O' 
ceeded^ to speak. "Father," he said, "a rebellion is at hand, many Irish 
Catholics have been maltreated and thrown in prison, some priests, also 
whom we need so badly, and all are innocent of a single misdemeanor. The 
time has come for every true Irishman to rise against England. Please 
be some place near Mount street bridge at 10 o'clock this morning, we may 
need your spiritual services, and some, I fear, may need your presence to 
receive the last sacraments." 

"So soon ?" exclaimed Father Barret. "I must admit I had suspicions 
of this uprising, but I had no idea it would happen so soon." 


"Yes, Father, we must strike while the iron is yet hot," replied Lieu- 
tenant O'Rahilly. 

"May I depend upon you, Father?" 

"Certainly, my friend, and may God bless you in your undertakings," 
replied Father Barret. 

As Father Barret rushed through his breakfast and then for the pyx, 
which he took from the Tabernacle in the church, he had little idea of 
what ill luck would fall his due that day. He had little time to think of 
what would happen, his whole energy was exerted towards being at Mount 
street bridge at the hour at which he would be needed, and his whole desire 
was to be there when he could best aid Ireland while at the same time 
doing his duty to God and humanity. 

Already the rebellion was in full sway. The general postoffice had 
been cleared out and a. republican flag hoisted on the flagpole where 
formerly the Union Jack had flown. As the Republican flag was wafted 
on the gentle spring breezes, an enthusiastic young lad wearing the Sinn 
Fein uniform came to attention and saluted. He was shot on the spot by 
a British Tommie concealed in a building across the street from the post- 
office building. This incident was the real beginning of hostilities. With 
it began the numerous street fights which took place all over Dublin when 
the street cars were turned over by hand grenades and used for barricades, 
and as the fragments of bursting shells enter through street car windows 
and doors, caused untold death and suffering. Word was received that 
Dublin Castle had fallen before Countess Markievicz and her boy scouts. 
British gunboats in the meanwhile were steaming up the Liffey and pro- 
ceeding to direct a concentrated fire on the north side of Mount street 
bridge, where the Sinn Fein troops were massed in great numbers to pro- 
tect the arsenal which they had taken. 

Upon reaching Mount street bridge Father Barret was somewhat sur- 
prised to see that things already seemed to be getting hot and shortly 
after his arrival he saw that Lieutenant O'Rahilly had not exaggerated, 
but had rather underrated the number of men to whom it would be neces- 
sary to administer the last sacraments. As time passed the death rate 
increased and the number of wounded also increased, for the Sinn Feiners 
not only were assailed with the bullets from the Tommies on the south 
side of the bridge, but were also under a concentrated fire from the gun- 
boats in the Liffey. And finally it came Father Barret's turn to fall 
wounded by a British bullet while administering the last sacraments to 
a dying lad. 

Father Barret upon receiving his wound was rendered helpless, as it 
had severed some nerve in his spine which prevented him from moving 
his limbs. However, he could use his voice and upon receiving his wound 
he cried for help ; after that everything became blank to him. 

Upon regaining consciousness Father Barret found himself in strange 
surroundings. He was resting on an iron hospital cot and on every side 
were long rows of beds. On these beds were wounded men. Upon a 
closed inspection he saw a man sitting up in bed a few beds from his own 
and the priest asked his wounded comrade where he was. Father Barret 
was shocked at the reply. 

"You're in a prison hospital same as I am, but what for I don't know. 


However, I do know why I am here," he said, and, continued, "I'm here 
for fighting England for my rights and I'm proud of it." 

As time passed Father Barret grew daily weaker, and due to the poor 
treatment he received, he soon was at the point of death. Any inquiries 
made seeking the cause of his confinement were answered always with 
reference to the help he had given the Sinn Feiners. 

One day as he lay on his bed in a state of semi-consciousness, he was 
startled into wakefulness by the sound of loud talk a short distance from 
him. This was something unusual as no one was allowed to speak in loud 
tones in the hospital. As he awoke and looked in the direction of the 
noise he saw an elderly gentleman in the uniform of an officer of the 
British army and from the respect shown him by the usually somewhat 
pompous officers of the hospital, it might be easily seen that he held no 
mean rank. He seemed to be finding fault with the method by which the 
prisoners had been treated, and made no odds about telling the comman- 
dant of the hospital who was inspecting with him his views on the matter. 
As the group n eared the bed of the dying priest the nurse, walking along 
the side of the inspecting officer, who it might be seen held the rank! of 
general, motioned for quiet and the general, always anxious to be courte- 
ous, ceased speaking and tried to avoid all unnecessary noise. They were 
about to pass on when the nurse, speaking in a voice barely above a whis- 
per, but loud enough for the sick priest on the bed to hear, so tense was 
every nerve. "General Barret," she said, "the wounded man on the bed we 
have just passed is a Catholic priest, whose name, strange to say, is the 
same as yours, who hate Catholics so much. He was wounded in Mount 
street bridge fight and was brought here because he was on the bridge with 
the rebels and was wounded while helping the wounded and giving con- 
solation to the dying revolutionists." 

"Perhaps you would like to speak with him. That is all that he can do, 
because his legs and other limbs are paralyzed from the effects of the 
wound ?" 

The general, who had now fervently repented of his treatment of 
his son, and who had for years been seeking him to/ receive his forgive- 
ness before death, anxiously assented to the nurse's question. 

Father Barret had heard the name the nurse had uttered and imme- 
diately recognized in the old man his father, but anxious to find whether 
his father was repentant, he awaited the decision. As the old gentleman 
assented and approached the bed, the priest immediately saw the light 
of expectancy in the eyes of his father and knew' at once that he would 
be only too glad to be forgiven. 

"Father," cried the priest. "Rockwood, my son," exclaimed the de- 
lighted old gentleman in an ecstacy of joy. 

"Father, do not ask forgiveness, for I have forgiven you many years 
ago," said the priest answering a question unasked. "Our ways have ever 
been different, father. I wished to be a Catholic, you wished me to be a 
Protestant. I fought for the freedom of Ireland, you against it. Time 
flies. Remember death. There is one much higher than I whom you must 
ask forgiveness of. For God sake, change your ways before it is too late." 

"My son," replied the general, "tomorrow I become a Catholic. In my 



heart of hearts I always respected your religious opinions. And I might 
also add, your political ones, too." 

"Oh, God, my one great wish is at last realized. Now you may take 
me," said the priest, and with these three words on his lips, "Jesus, Mary 
and Joseph," he passed away to a life of eternal happiness in Heaven. 

Since his prodigal father had come back to the flock, eternity on 
whose brink he had been balancing, with the realization of his one great 
hope, had enveloped him in her cloak of happiness. 

—Daniel J. Casey, B.S. '23. 



A lawyer once of great renown 

Came to our little country town; 

He had much learning and quick wit ; 

On brow and feature there had lit, 

Becoming sternness bold and fine, 

To demonstrate his legal line. 

This limb of law could e'er convince 

The poorest man and proudest prince 

With jest or story often told, 

And to his heart all men enfold. 

In time, he found a splendid friend, 

To whom he said, "Wilt thou me lend 

Thy name on back of this small note, 

Which I myself prepared and wrote? 

"I'll surely meet it when 'tis due ; 

So help me Blackstone, this is true." 

The friend endorsed the note with pen, 

Now kindly used in lawyer's den. 

In course of time, notes will be due, 

As some of us so often rue ; 

So this note, too, matured at last, 

And unpaid was quite over^past. 

Against endorser suit began 

And to the legal light he ran. 

The lawyer smiled, "Be easy, friend; 

You, who to me, your name did lend ! 

I'll fight this case through thick and thin, 

And it will be a mortal sin, 

As through my learning and my wits, 

I pound the plaintiff into bits, 

And look you, friend, you stand aloof, 

Whilst I to you will bring the proof 

Of friendship sweet and friendship rare, 

Which always near my soul you'll bear. 

To show my liberality, 

I'll for this service charge no fee." 

— By Richard H. Fries. 
This poem is by an old Spring Hill student. Our pages are always open to the 
literary endeavors of our Alumni. 


A. CASEY, A.B. '22. 

ANY AND DIVERSE are the opinions of critics as to whether a 
work copied from real occurrences excels one of similar merit 
taken entirely from imaginative sources. Yet it is a known fact 
,^r. ^ that some or even most of the great prose works are nearly 
^SmKL exact representations of actual happenings reproduced under 
rnffri the skillful touch of the capable prose writer. The beauty and 
elegance of his style combined with the sound and unimpeachable facts of 
the story or novel itself unite to produce the best that the literary world 
can offer. Some few works like these have been handed down to us through 
the course of centuries as having stood the test in the crucible of time, 
while other compositions of lesser worth have faded into obscurity. 
Such are the works of Mary Anne Evans, properly known to her readers by 
the name of George Eliot. 

. A little over a hundred years have elapsed since (on November 22, 
1819) England gave birth to the most accomplished of her women novelists 
and the litle village of South Farm, in the Midlands, near which the great 
Shakespeare passed his youth, first unfolded its natural scenery and rural 
environment to the authoress who was to picture it in her books. Her 
parents owned a little farm in the village where her father was employed 
as carpenter. She was but a simple country lass and did all the household 
work for her father after her mother's early death. It has been said by 
many, a fact which she herself acknowledged, that the largeness of her 
hands was due to the moulding and handling of "pats" of butter. 

The people with whom she associated were farmers and villagers of 
the poorer class, but it was from them that she received the ideas and 
scene pictures which she afterwards developed in her novels. In acknowl- 
edgment of this help she speaks of her early life as spent "among the mixed 
commonality, roughing it with them under difficulties, knowing how their 
food tastes to them and getting acquainted with their notions and motives, 
not by inference from traditional types in literature or from philosophic 
theories, but from daily fellowship and observation." It was her ambition 
to write, and to her active mind everything worthy of remembrance that 
happened in the hum-drum routine of farm life was jotted down and given 
a place in her memory for future reference. It was her desire to tell 
things just as they really occurred and to put the touches of reality and 
life into her works that pervade the incidents of everyday existence. She 
studies her characters well and good traits of anyone were likely to be kept 
in her mind- 
Four principles which dominated her works and her life were: "An 
ardent zeal to know the truth and a shrinking fear of error ; a large-hearted 
tolerance of the early belief that she had herself lost and of all other faiths 
and creeds that men sincerely cherish ; a deep sense of that inviolable moral 
principle known to her and her friends as 'the inexorable law of conse- 
uences,' which sways not only human lives, but all human history ; and a 
strong feeling for other peoples' wants and sorrows." 

Yet for all her principles the question still arises why her books have 


such stability and lasting qualities, why is there so much naturalness and 
clearness in her novels, why her characters live and act with such true bear- 
ing with life. All this was principally due to something that we have men- 
tioned already before, that is, to the perfection of plot and color in a story 
taken from actual existence. All these stories were but the development 
of all those mental pictures which she had been forming from youth. The 
atmosphere of the farm in the Midlands and the folk-lore gathered by care- 
fulness and diligence from the peasantry round about soon found opening 
and place in the productions of her pen. She wove her plots about places 
in the Midlands. Even her relatives and friends did not escape in her 
search for characters. 

Her father, Robert Evans, the industrious carpenter, who rose suc- 
cessively to master carpenter, forester, land surveyor, land agent and 
stewart of estates, became the famous Caleb Garth, one of the principals 
in her books. Adam Bede is not a bad description of him either, possessing 
many traits which Mr. Evans had. 

In George Eliot's mother we see a true representation of the Mrs. 
Hackit in "Amos Barton." She was a hard-working, industrious lady and 
always kept her home neat and clean. Her household duties were per- 
formed as by clockwork. She is so described by her daughter in one of 
her books as "a thin woman with a chronic liver complaint, of indefatiga- 
ble industry and epigrammatic speech; who, in the utmost enjoyment of 
spoiling a friend's self-satisfaction, was never known to spoil a stocking." 

George Eliot's aunt, Elizabeth Evans, became the Dinah Morris, so 
well known to readers of "Adam Bede." She possessed the clear grey eyes 
and pleasant voice attributed by the noted authoress to Dinah. She had 
once been a Methodist preacher and long conversations were common with 
her. The prison scene between Dinah and Hetty was taken from an actual 
experience of Miss Elizabeth Evans when she was trying to convert a 

"Tom and Maggie Tulliver," and the sonnets entitled "Brother and 
Sister," are reflections of the writer's own early life and special incidents 
of her childhood are recounted with the ease and grace of polished genius. 
The trials and triumphs of Maggie Tulliver are her own and the religious 
remarks and expressions which characterize the story of Maggie are but 
echoes of her own early life when she was so religious. It was said that 
she spent half her time in prayers and tears when she was young, but under 
the cheery influence of their friends, the Brays, she took on a brighter 
view of life. This made possible the masterly onlook of life that distin- 
guishes her works. 

Not only were George Eliot's characters taken from real life, but even 
the great majority of the towns, villages and scenes were places around 
her home in the Midlands. Immediately this drew the attention of all 
England to this particular locality, which was being presented so strikingly 
to all the world. The Red Deeps of the "Mill on the Moss" were a favorite 
resort of hers near South Farm. Cheveril Manor, described in Mr. Gilfil's 
Love Story, was Arbury Hall, the seat of the Newdegate family, her father's 
early employers. The Shepperton of "Amos Barton" was Chilvers Colton, 
and Milby in Janet's Repentance was Nuneaton itself. 

She was not content to merely describe Nuneaton and Coventry, but in 



"Amos Barton" the characters themselves under their real names were prin- 
cipals in a familiar tradition of the neighborhood, and "Milly's" grave 
could then be found in the quiet country churchyard. Sadness and sorrow 
which crept into her later life and which we see in some of her best works 
are among the few external features which changed the original plan of 
her compositions. 

So completely did it seem that her works were taken from people 
around Nuneaton that she was accused of copying all the sermons, speeches, 
and prayers found in her works from her Aunt Elizabeth. However, they 
were written as she says "with hot tears as they surged up in my own 

Whatever her methods of obtaining her themes, plots and characters, 
they certainly belong to that stable class of literature made to last, and 
her stories are so naturally portrayed and so perfectly developed that they 
will always remain as standards in the realm of novel writing. 


Moonshine On the Rio 

OSH" GREEN, tall, lean, angular, with hands shoved deeply into 
the huge pockets of his mackinaw, strode briskly against a 
biting January wind blowing down the main street of a South- 
ern town. Now and then he cast a glance over his shoulder at 
a man a hundred yards, to the rear who was also walking as 
briskly and with head up despite the slashes of the wind. This 
man was Sheriff Brownett, a strongly-built, quiet sort of fellow, who stead- 
ily and efficiently attended to his official business and who had lately es- 
tablished a reputation for enforcing the prohibition laws. 

The distance between the two seemed to be fixed, probably because, 
though the lanky plumber was stepping his longest stride, the sheriff 
was walking with shorter and faster steps. It was this which made 
Josh glower and mutter to himself after each stolen glance. At a 
street corner he caught up with a friend who immediately fell into step 
with him. Greetings were exchanged, but neither made use of their com- 
mon method of beginning a conversation by asking where the other was 
goinsr. That would have been superfluous and no one cares to keep his 
mouth open uselessly when there is a cold wind ready to pour in and chill 
his insides. Besides, Merritt is a small town and in the evenings after 
work practically everybody in general and the "stags" especially have a 
common "hangout." 

So said Bill Turner, the friend of Green: "What you lookin' so mad 
about, Josh?" 

"Huh ! Who wouldn't be ? Mr. Sherlock Homes, the Second, has been 
trackin' me ever since old man Slider made that fool remark last week." 

"Piffle ! You mean about your being a moonshiner. Everybody knows 
he was only joking. Why even the sheriff laughed." 

"Maybe so. But just take a look behind you." Bill Turner turned. 
"See Brownett back there?" asked John. "Uh huh!" "Well, he has been 
following me just like that for most a week." 

"Ah, g'wan ! Brownett ain't no fly-cop. You have let your imagination 
get away with your reason. Don't you reck'n he likes to hang out with 
the fellows ?" "Funny he just became so friendly but a week ago." 

By this time the "hangout," the local fire engine house, was reached. 
Merrit is a proud possessor of this volunteer fire department, of which 
both Green and Turner are members. The two entered through a side 
door into a small room about ten feet square. The room was clean, typical 
of Merritt progressiveness. with a concrete floor, a stove in the center, and 
chairs scattered around. Bill sat down while Josh poked the fire and threw 
on a few lumps of coal before seating himself. 

"The follows must all be upstairs," remarked Josh. "Yes, I guess so," 
said Bill, looking out through a window. "Fine weather for duck shoot- 
ing, Josh!" "By golly, that reminds me," exclaimed the latter, slapping 
his thigh. The door opened and Sheriff Brownett came in. "Howdy, boys !" 
"Hello, Sheriff," said Bill, while a perfunctory "Howdy" came from Josh. 

Brownett sat down in a chair by a window, and took from an inside 


pocket of his coat a letter and a telegram. "I guess you fellows will ex- 
cuse me," he said, proving that he hadn't lived in Merritt all his life. "I 
have some mail here to read over." "Certainly, Sheriff," came from Josh, 
surprised into making the reply by Brownett's friendly manners. 

"Bill," continued Josh, "I told Nigger Jack to meet me at the camp 
before daybreak tomorrow morning. Was figurin' on going down there 
tonight so as I could get an early crack at the ducks on Long Lake in the Rio 
country and I came near forgettin'. Want to goalong?" "You bet!" said Bill. 
"I guess I can lay off work for a day. But who is Nigger Jack?" "Oh, he's 
a nigger I ran across down there one day about a month ago. You seen 
him in town maybe. He is a short stocky fellow, yellow-skin and a big 
scar on his right cheek. Pretty nifty with a gun and knows that lake like 
any nigger does chicken. Can you be ready by about two hours from now ? 
That'll put us at the camp about eleven and we can get some sleep before 
going to the lake. 

"Sure," said Bill, rising with Josh. "I'll be ready and waiting when 
you get to my house." 

"Wait a minute, fellows," Brownett asked, putting his letters back 
into his pocket. "I was counting on going down to Long Lake in the morn- 
ing myself. Would you mind, Josh, if I joined you ?" 

"Not at all, Sheriff," answered Josh affably, for, to his credit, he 
believed in dropping work and everything to take an occasional hunt. 

"Thanks. I'll go home and saddle up immediately and meet you at 
the Forks in two hours. I'll be there on time, but if something should 
delay me, don't wait. I'll catch up with you." 

Eight o'clock that night saw two horsemen riding along a street lead- 
ing out of Merritt. Each balanced a shot gun, enclosed in a canvas cover, 
in front of him and across the saddle, while saddle bags, packed with uten- 
sils, grub, and shells, rubbed their knees. Both wore their raincoats over 
their mackinaws to help keep out the cold. 

"Bill," said Josh, breaking the silence. "I can't help but believe Brow- 
nett is following me even into the swamps." 

"Aw, Josh ! You make me sick ! Now what could he be following you 
into the swamps for?" "Maybe to see if I was running a still, or — " 
"Shut up," cautioned Bill, taking note of the last arc light, the town limits, 
and the Forks a hundred yards ahead. A figure moved in the darkness 
on the right hand road of the Forks. 

"That you Sheriff?" asked Bill. "Yep! Howdy, boys," came from the 
figure. "See you beat us here. Hope we didn't keep you waiting long," 
Josh put in. "No, only a few minutes. I left home early so's I wouldn't 
keep you fellows waitin'. Goodness, isn't this road dark? Can't see ten 
feet in front of your horse's head." 

"Certainly is," agreed Josh. "Better let me lead the way. I think I 
know it better than either of you and besides mine is a white horse. 

So with Josh leading and Bill and the Sheriff bringing up the rear, 
the three rode off into the night. Now, out of the town, it felt much 
colder, and no one talked, being too busy trying to keep warm and an eye 
on the white tail of Josh's horse. The horses moved at a fast walk occa- 
sionally striking a flint rock on the gravelled road and sending sparks 


flashing for a fraction of a second. So dark was the night that even the 
light from these sparks was sufficient to momentarily startle them, and 
all three were glad when after several miles another fork was reached and 
Josh turned off on to a dirt road. They were now heading towards the 
swamps and the river and it became colder and colder until finally the 
dirt road ended at a gate. Passing through the horsemen found them- 
selves riding over a sandy road winding in and out with the bank of the 
river. It was hard riding for horses and riders, but that served to warm 
their bodies more. True to Josh's prediction, "about eleven" found them 
at the camp. This was a structure of logs, a half mile or so back from 
the river, and was built by some kindly, thoughtful hunter, Who charged 
no one for his trouble nor paid the landowner for his trees. It was prob- 
ably twenty-five by thirty feet in breadth and lengthy respectively, with 
two windows and a door on each side and a chimney, roughly made of 
stones, at each end. The whole structure was strongly and well built 
with not a crack to let too much wind enter. The men stabled their horses 
in a shed, another testimony of that hunter's thoughtfulness. Sheriff 
Brownett got his first view of the interior of the camp by matchlight 
held by Josh. Bill, coming in last, held the door open and the wind blew 
out the match. Another was struck and touched to a candle. The interior 
was but one big room with a huge hearth at each end, a long table occupy- 
ing the center, and ample bunks neatly arranged along the walls. Every- 
thing was in good condition, for the users of the camp kept it so by an 
unwritten law. One of the hearths was selected and a fire was built, with 
a coffee pot soon boiling noisily. Guns, saddles and bags were placed in a 
corner. A light supper was eaten and the three choose to sleep on the 
floor near the fire as sufficient wood had not been brought in to make a 
fire big enough to warm up everything as far as the bunks. 

Josh was the first to wake the next morning. It was still dark. He 
replenished the fire with wood, and the pot with coffee and water. Then 
he woke Bill and the Sheriff and throwing on his coat went outside, mut- 
tering something about "fresh air." But, five minutes later he was en- 
ticed back by the delicious odor of frying bacon, the performance being ex- 
ecuted by Mr. Bill Turner. It didn't take Bill long to make up his mind 
that he wanted something to eat. 

"That Nigger Jack," said Josh, picking up his blanket and folding it, 
"ain't showed up yet, and he should have been here. I have looked all 
around, but I haven't seen a sign of him." 

"You don't say!" exclaimed Bill. "Isn't that the deuce! Well, if he 
isn't here by the time we get something to eat, well go without him. You 
know Long Lake very well yourself, Josh." 

"That would be the best thing you could do, Josh," spoke up the 
Sheriff. "You fellows go and get a crack at the ducks." "What's the mat- 
ter?" asked Josh. "Aren't you coming?" "No, I'm not feeling exactly 
well, and I guess a little more sleep will do me good. Maybe I'll be over 
later, but if I can't I'll knock down a few squirrels and' have some fresh 
meat for dinner." "Alright," said Josh. "Suit yourself, and when that 
nigger comes send him over quick. Goodbye." "Sure, goodbye, boys, 
and good luck." 

Sheeriff Brownett stood grinning for a moment, then he rolled up in 


his blanket on the floor and went back to sleep. But he did not stay so 
long. A half hour more of sleep was all that Nature would allow him, so 
he got up, straightened things a bit, and then sat down by the fire to smoke 
a pipe. Presently, he heard the rapid booming of a shotgun. Looking to- 
wards a window he saw bits of heavy grey clouds, as a winter morning 
appears at dawn. "That's must have been Bill with his automatic," said 
the Sheriff to himself. "It sounded rather near, he must be on this end 
of Long Lake." Then came the more distant reports of another gun. 
"And, that was Josh with his repeater. He is farther down the lake. Good," 
ness, I counted eleven shots. They sho' must have landed into that drove. 
I'm glad they got a good crack at 'em anyway. Wish I was over there 
myself." ? 

Over there you would have found Bill at the near end of the lake. He 
was standing up to his knees in water and the tall razor grass which grows 
around that end of the lake completely hid him. Farther out where the 
grass had not grown, numerous feathers floated on the clear blue water. 
But a closer scrutiny of Bill and his blind would tell you more. He stood con- 
tentedly, resting firmly and squarely on both feet, with the gun laying in 
the crook of his left arm. Bill was on a sharp lookout for anything that 
"quacked." Resting on the grass by his right leg and tied to his boot top 
were four fat mallards. Farther down Long Lake, on a point that jutted 
out into the water, was Josh sitting comfortably among the branches and 
leaves of a fallen oak. On the trunk of the tree limply lay three mallards. 

At twelve sharp, being a union man, Josh stopped for dinner. Over 
his shoulder he swung a string of twelve ducks. At the end of Long Lake 
he called to Bill, who waded ashore towing his string of ducks. 

"How many you got, Bill?" "Twelve!" "Goldern it, we are a tie. Had 
pretty good luck this morning, haven't we ?" "Yep !" replied Bill. "Even 
if Nigger Jack) didn't show up. Bet the Sheriff will wish he had come 
along. Um-m-m! I smell squirrel stew, and I'll be darned if I heard 
Brownett shooting any." So, talking, the two walked into the camp. Pre- 
siding over a big pot on the hearth fire was Nigger Jack with handcuffs 
encircling his wrists, while the Sheriff sat leaning against the chimney 
smoking his pipe. He had his revolver and holster hanging from his belt. 

"Howdy, boys!" he greeted them. "I am glad to see you had good 
luck. Would have brought Nigger Jack over myself, but he came so darned 
late that I decided to put him to cooking the squirrels he brought with 

"What's the matter, Sheriff, with Nigger Jack ?" asked Josh. "Oh ! 
I got him for moonshining. By the way, Josh, I owe you an explanation 
and apology. Sometime ago, I received information about this fellow's still 
but couldn't figure out how I would find it and the owner. Then I learned 
that you knew this country pretty well and so I have been trying for a 
week to draw you into conversation, but you wouldn't give me a chance. 
Yesterday I got a telegram from federal officers saying Nigger Jack ran 
the still and it gave a description of him. Then, when I, heard you de- 
scribe him to Bill I knew that was my man and I saw a chance to get 
him. So I asked to join you and this morning about ten o'clock he walked 
right into my hands. I guess I have been troubling you some, Josh, and 



I am sorry. I just wanted your help." 

"Oh ! that's all right, Sheriff !" said Josh. "I am sOrry I acted like a 
fool. Guess you are going to take Nigger Jack in after dinner?" "Yes, I 
think I had better get back to town before dark." 

"Well, Bill and I are going to diwy up with you. It's our custom and 
as you are a member of this party you come in for your share." 

"Thanks, boys, I certainly do appreciate this." 

— R. Blankenstein, A.B. '21. 



My very Love ! the only love I had, 

Sped far away to Visions ever bright ; 

Away from Earth and from her Joys robed-sad, 

Into the Calm, the Glory and the Light ; 

Thou walk'st amid tall lilies white as they, 

Thy eyes star-luminous with ecstasy; 

Thy heart wears peace, all sorrows cast away, 

And winged Joys consort for aye with thee ; 

And thou once beautiful, art still more fair, 

For Christ, thy Love, hath magic wrought and made 

With thy sweet soul. . . . But, still, at Heaven's stair 

Thou loiterest, thy footsteps held and stayed. . . 

0, Mother, thou dost seek for me, for me, 

And call and bid me to Christ's Company ! 


Stogr* Mm*r 

How brightly shines his flaming soul, 
Now freed from Life's dull clod ! 

A star it gleams, on high for e'er — 
Man's beacon light to God! 


A JDotortt StettataHanre 

OST PEOPLE are too much inclined to think of Ireland's literary 
success as being all in her glorious past, when she was the Isle 
of Saints and Scholars. But the revival of letters which has 
taken place in Erin in recent years, during which time she has 
produced some excellent writers, is worthy of the consideration 
of anyone interested in English Literature. 
While the Celtic Eenaissance extends to Scotland and Wales as well as 
Ireland, it is in the latter country that the revival is most marked and most 
productive of distinctly Gaelic subjects. And while this renaissance extends 
to most of the branches of literature, it has its culmination in poetry. Ac- 
cordingly this essay will be chiefly concerned with the poets of Ireland, only 
mentioning the writers in the less noble branches. 

The Gaelic Revival in a primary sense might mean that great move- 
ment to give back to Ireland its original native language, which, indeed, is 
a praiseworthy work, but it is with English literature that we are con- 
cerned here. No better definition of Anglo-Irish literature can be given 
than laid down by Thomas McDonagh: "Literature produced by the Eng- 
lish-speaking Irish, and by these in general, when writing in Ireland and 
for the Irish people." 

Since the path was illumined in the eighteenth century by the Irish 
melodies of Thomas Moore, Callahan and Walsh, there were no distinctly 
Anglo-Irish poets (if we except Clarence Mangan) , until the latter part of 
the nineteenth, — the begining of the present revival. 

The first group in this period is composed of William Butler Yeats, 
George W- Russell ("A. E."), Douglas Hyde, Nora Chesson and Lionel John- 

Mr. Yeats stands not only as leader of this group, but also at the head 
of English lyric poets. His whole thought has been to put his interpreta- 
tions of the old legends of Ireland into English verse. A critic (Professor 
Weygandt of the University of Pennsylvania) says of him: "There has 
been no more careful artist in English verse." The play, "The Countess 
Cathleen," his most famous production, exhibits rare spaciousness and 
loftiness of thought as in the following lines: 

"The years like great black oxen 

Tread the world 

And God the herdsman goads 

Them on behind 

And I am broken by their 

Passing feet." 

"A. E." who shares with Mr. Yeats and Dr. Hyde, the primacy among 
the forces of the Irish Revival, has, besides producing some remarkable 
poems, become the inspiration of the younger poets. His oft-repeated 
strain of the spirits we were before we became reincarnated in this state 
becomes monotonous in spite of the beauties of form and color and thought. 


His poetry deals not so much with man as with ethereal subjects, and 
although somewhat cold and obscure, has met with success. His first 
book, published in 1893, was entitled "Homeward : Songs by the Way." 

Dr. Douglas Hyde, who is the leader of the movement to give back the 
Gaelic language to Ireland, takes rank as a master in that most difficult 
of all literary tasks — translation. If he lacks originality he compensates 
for this loss by his craftsmanship. His rendition of the ancestral ballads 
of Ireland were published (1906) under the title "The Songs of Connacht." 

It is in the second or younger group of literati that Erin has her 
greatest hope. This galaxy consists of such promising young poets as 
Padraic Colum, Joseph Plunkett, James Stephens, Thomas McDonagh, Susan 
Mitchell, Alice Mulligan and Ella Young. 

Three of the young men proved that they possessed the soul of a 
patriot as well as of a poet when they made the supreme! sacrifice for their 
country in the memorable Easter Week. 

Padraic Colum, a poet of nature, is probably the best known and most 
gifted of the younger assemblage. A boy off a bog in County Longford, he 
came up to Dublin and became a self-made man. After the drudgery of a 
clerkship in a railroad office, he would spend 'his spare time in the public 
library, reading not only the Irish poets, Callahan and Ferguson, but also 
our American poets, Emerson, Poe and Whitman. He fell in with the young 
people that looked to "A. E." as leader and was soon one of the band of 
amateur actors presenting the plays of Mr. Yeats. He began by writing 
plays, finding his material in modern Irish life. He later delved into poetry 
and has since shared his time between this and drama. His poems are most- 
ly of the countryside with which he shows a close familiarity. His most 
recent works seem to indicate he has thrown off the unconscious imitation 
of the poets he read and that he is coming into his own. He has not yet 
reached his fulness, but a man who can write such lines as, — 

"But what avail my teaching slight? 
Years hence in a rustic speech, a phrase, 
As in wild earth a Grecian vase." 

has in him the rudiments of a great bard. 

Joseph Plunkett is a poet of mysticism. His verses are somewhat 
labored but devout and full of thought. 

Differing widely from the poems of Plunkett and Colum, are those of 
James Stephens. The strain and liveliness of his songs may be inferred 
from the titles of his two published books, "The Crock of Gold" and "In- 

Thomas McDonagh, a poet of mystery and nature, was one of that 
noble band of patriots who were sacrificed on the altar of its country. Some 
measure of the depth of his thought may be gleaned from the following 
lines of "The Golden Joy": 

"For all our winters pass and all rains go 
And all the flowers of joy appear again. 
And the spring is green with figs more beautiful 
And sweet with odours of the mystic Tree 


That droops its branches over Heaven and Earth. 

And who will steep his senses in the flowers 
And who will feed his spirit on the fruit, 
And who will fill his veins with great wine 
Shall see no Winters and shall feel no rains, 
But joy perpetual in the land of God." 

If his verses are obscure it is not because they are inadequate, but as 
Mr. Plunkett says, "They mean too much." 

Taken as a whole, the poetry of the period just surveyed, is true and 
lasting, and if it lacks the fire of genius, it possesses correctness and depth 
of thought. 

As this is an age of prose it may be well to mention some of the fore- 
most novelists of the Irish Renaissance. Although the Irishman is famous 
the world over as a story teller, still there has not been until recent years 
a novelist of first rank who could compare with Dickens or Scott. However, 
this dearth of good novelists has been ended with the powerful writings 
of George Moore in "Esther Waters," and those of Sheridan in his two fa- 
mous books, "The Rivals" and "The School for Scandal." Well known to 
American Catholic readers are the stories of Rosa Mulholland (Lady Gil- 
bert) . Whoever has read "My New Curate" must have been impressed by 
the extensive choice of words at the command of the author, Canon Shee- 

Space does not permit us to mention the many other lesser lights who 
have hearkened to the call of De Vere: 

"0 younger bards, 'tis time to sing 
Your country's smile that with the past 
Lay dead so long — that vanished smile — 
Evoke it from the dark and cast 
Its light around a tearful isle." 

— George Flanigen, A.B. '22. 



Another Inlaljmk (Bnm -Urnttg 

BY D. M. STEWART, B.S. '23. 

EORGE BRADSHAW, U. S. Secret Service Agent, calmly puffed 
at his cigar as he watched the changing scenery from his seat 
in the Pullman. There were but a few other passengers in the 
car, as the train rocked its way through the gorges on the 
downward slope near Butte, Montana. The glories of Nature, 
though lit by the glowing rays of the sun, were not the object 
of his meditations. His thoughts were upon one of the passengers, and 
from time to time he focussed his eyes upon him. This was a dark-haired 
individual with bushy, beetling eyebrows and thick rimmed glasses. He 
was evidently a foreigner. Bradshaw had spotted him descending the gang 
way of one of the White Star liners in New York, and had received orders 
to follow him. The man's face was somewhat familiar to Bradshaw, as 
he had seen photographs bearing a great resemblance printed in several 
European papers after the troubles in Russia. On several occasions of 
this kind before, he had shadowed suspicious characters, but most of the 
time his efforts were rewarded by failure. What would be the outcome of 
this present endeavor? At length the train drew up to the station, and 
with a slight jerk it came to a stop. Butte had been reached. The for- 
eigner arose, grip in hand, and walked down the aisle to the end of the 
car. Bradshaw, seeing this, threw his overcoat on his arm, reached for 
his suit case and started down the aisle after his man. When he alighted 
from the train, he noticed his suspect shaking hands with three other men. 
All of these were thick-set and each wore a heavy beard. Passing near this 
group he noticed that they spoke a foreign language not unlike Russian. 
They slowly walked over to a waiting automobile and were driven away. 
Acting on the spur of the moment Bradshaw hailed a passing taxi and 
directed the driver to follow their machine. Evidently the party did not 
know that they were being followed. They drew up to the entrance of the 
Grand Hotel and leisurely alighted, Bradshaw immediately behind them. 
Going to the desk the foreigner whom he had followed asked for a room. 
The clerk turned the register around and the unknown, taking a pen, 
started to write his signature, stopped and smiled. 

"These American railroads," he said to the clerk, "are extremely 

By this time Brawshaw was beside him at the desk. The man took 
off his glasses and reached into his pocket for his handkerchief, and started 
to wipe them off. Somehow the glasses became entangled in the handker- 
chief and slipping from it, fell to the floor. Brawshaw, out of politeness, 
stooped to pick them up, but before handing them back to him, s]aw that 
they were very high powered. 

"Thank you very much," said the owner. "It's very careless of me." 

"That's all right," returned Bradshaw, with a smile. 

The foreigner replaced the glasses and wrote his signature upon tne 

"Show this gentleman to room 610," said the clerk to a bellboy. The 


bellboy took the man's grip and led him to the elevator. 

Bradshaw followed the pair with his eyes until they disappeared. 

"Give me room 612," he said to the clerk. 

"612 is taken," returned the clerk, "but I can let you have 611 or 614." 

"Let me have 611, then." Bradshaw wrote his name upon the register 
and while waiting for a bellboy to conduct him to the) room, he tried to 
make out the foreigner's name. The signature was but a scrawl and he 
gave it up in despair. 

About three hours later, having left his man sleeping soundly, he made 
his way to an optician's place and bought a pair of glasses the exact du- 
plicate of the ones the foreigner wore, with the exception that the lenses 
were of plain glass. His reason for doing this was that he knew his man 
to be entirely dependent upon the ones he wore. He found out on report- 
ing to the secret service headquarters in Butte that his foreigner was to 
read a speech at a meeting of the labor leaders the following night. 

This mission over, Bradshaw returned to the hotel and he noticed 
that one of the fire escapes led past the window of the foreigner's room. 
Going to bis room Bradshaw took off his coat. Putting the glasses into 
his vest pocket he donned a tight fitting sweater. Taking a cap, he left 
his room, went to the stairway and mounted to the top floor, where 
the fire escape was in the hallway. He let himself out through the win- 
dow and climbed down the fire escape until he was outside of the foreigner's 
room, and looking- he found the man sleeping heavily. Quietly lifting the 
sash so that he would not disturb the sleeper, he stepped into the room. 
While the room was dark, the bright autumn moon gave enough light to 
distinguish objects within. The man's glasses were lying upon the dresser 
in their case. Quickly substituting the ordinary ones for the others, he 
retired the way he had entered, and went back to his room. 

About a half hour later Bradshaw heard the alarm clock ring in room 
610 and after several minutes the door opened and the foreigner hurried 
out with a small portfolio under his arm. Bradshaw hurried into his coat 
and took the next elevator down. His man was speaking to the same three 
that he had met in the earlier part of the day. 

"I am sorry I am late," he heard the foreigner say to his companions 
in English. 

"Never mind that," said one of them, "we can get there on time." 
They hurried through the door and into an automobile. Bradshaw 
hired a car and gave the driver an address. 

A short while later the machine stopped before a hall on one of the 
back streets of the city and Bradshaw alighted and paid the chauffeur. 
He walked up the steps leading to the hall and found it filled with laboring 
men. The foreigner and his companions were upon the stage and as he 
found a place against the wall in the rear of the auditorium, the meet- 
ing began. One of the foreigner's companions began the meeting by in- 
troducing him amid thunderous applause. He arose and took some papers 
from his portfolio. Adjusting his glasses upon his nose he started: 

"Friends and fellow laborers," he began, "I have prepared a speech 
for this occasion, and with the permission of the chairman, I will begin." 
Bowing to the chairman, who bowed in return, he took up the papers to 


read. Suddenly he stopped ; something was wrong. He took off his glasses 
with a nervous frown. He rubbed his eyes and put his glasses back on 

The audience was in a feverish state of excitement. Once more he 
started, but with the same result. Someone in the rear of the hall started 
to hiss. This hissing was taken up by degrees and soon the assemblage 
was one jeering mass. Filled with confusion the orator sat down. 

"Get the hook," shouted someone, and similar cries broke forth from 
all directions. 

Still shouting, the audience left the hall, and in the disorder the for- 
eigner slipped out. 

"By George," laughed Bradshaw, "another good Bolshevik gone 

tyqt ^prittgljUltatt 

VOL. XII. JUNE, 1920. No. 4 

Inarb *f EHtara— 1319-20 


Editor-in-Chief: ED. A STRAUSS 

Junior Editor: E. BERRY 

Alumni Editor: H. MAHORNER College Locals: E. CASTAGNOS 

Exchange Editor: A. CASEY Chronicle: A. CROCI 


Business Managers: 
T. P. Diaz, R. Inge 
College Athletics: S. REYNAUD Circulation Manager; A. ROBICHAUX 

High School Athletics: A. HENRY; Secretaries: G. O'CONNOR, G. FLANIGAN, H. MULHERIN 

Artist, D. Stewart 


The announcement was made at the commencement that the college 
course would henceforth be open to day scholars from Mobile. That this 
arrangement places great facilities at the door of Mobile boys cannot be 
questioned. The city has been always well supplied with excellent high 
schools, but the need of an institution which would fulfill the part of both 
a day school and college was long felt. Many desirous of a college educa- 
tion were unwilling to register as boarders in any of the colleges outside 
the city for many reasons. These difficulties are now removed by Spring 
Hill opening its doors to day scholars. Hence those who appreciate the 
value of a college education have now no excuse for not availing themselves 
of the opportunity offered. Those who have not yet learned to appre- 
ciate it or have allowed their appreciation to become a prey to some mis- 
guided modern Opinions would do well to reflect before reaching a decision 
on this all important question. To consider a high school education as 
complete is to manifest a decidedly limited vision. A little learning is as 
dangerous today as in the time when Pope wrote his famous couplet. Yet 
many will say, "A high school education fits my son for such and such a 
position, and that is sufficient." Allow me to use an illustration. John 
Bright, a famous English parliamentarian, was one day speaking against 
the war-like policy of England when some one reminded him that Rome 
pursued the same policy and was great for 800 years. His retort has be- 
come a classic, "Shall I limit my hopes of the greatness of England to 800 
years ?" This same reply can be made to parents who use such an argu- 
ment. Are you going to limit your son's prospects to such and such a posi- 
tion? The war has emphasized the need of a college education. Robert 
Brumblay recounts in the Epworth Herald his conversation with two sol- 


diers, one of whom vigorously charged the military authorities with par- 
tiality and unfairness in the selection of officers during the war. No 
young man, he emphatically declared, had been able to secure a commission 
since the war began, unless he had been or was at that time a collegian. 
The writer repudiated all admission of unfairness in the choice of officers, 
yet called attention to the obvious fact of the serious handicap under 
which all young men who entered the service labored if deprived of the 
advantages of a college education. The discrimination was entirely justi- 
fied and perhaps no class suffered more from it than those who neglected 
to secure a higher education for their children. The same discrimination 
exists in civil life where men are rated according to their power of ad- 
vancing the interest of their business firm or institution. The writer con- 
cludes with the following statement, which we quote from "America:" 

In closing suffice it to say that despite the fact that college men have composed 
but 140th of the whole number of the young men of the nation, they are filling mere 
than two-thirds of the places on top. To express it in terms, just a little different but 
meaning the same thing, we will say that if among 140,000 young men there are one 
hundred good positions to be distributed there will be sixty-seven of them going to the 
thousand college men, while there will be only thirty-five desirable places for the 
139,000 non-college men. 

From the figures it is evident, therefore, that where there is question 
of attaining positions of highest service, it is for parents to decide whether 
they will give their children one chance in fourteen by giving them a col- 
lege education, or one chance in 4,212 by not giving them a college educa- 

— E. Strauss, A.B. '20. 

























A. J. CROCI, A.B. '23. 

Full Holiday. Easter Monday. 

High School Nine vs. Johnson & Barrett on College Campus. 

Senator 0. Underwood visits Spring Hill. 

Major H. Fridley R. 0. T. C. Auditor, inspects unit at Spring 


Eamon deValera, President of the Irish Republic, visits Spring 


High School Nine vs. Gulf Coast Military Academy. 

Full Holiday in honor of Eamon deValera. 

College Nine vs. Marion Institute on College Campus. 

Jazz Orchestra makes its first appearance. 

Edward Brigham, professional entertainer gives Song and 

Dramatic recital at College. 

College Nine vs. St. Stanislaus at Bay St. Louis. 

High School Nine vs. Fort Morgan at Fort Morgan. 

Physics Exhibition by High School Class. 

Full Holiday. First Wednesday Order. 

High School Nine vs. Barton. 

High School Nine vs. Barton on College Campus. 

College Nine vs. Pensacola K. of C. at Maxen Park. 

High School Nine vs. Barton. 

Capt. S. Elting, Commandant at Miss. A. & M., inspects R. 0. 

T. C. Unit at Spring Hill. 

Elocution Gold Medal Contest. 

Full Holiday. Ascension Thursday. 

College Nine vs. Pensaoola K. of C. on College Campus ; three 


High School Nine vs. Fort Morgan on College Campus. 

English Gold Medal Contest. 




22. College Nine vs. St. Stanislaus on College Campus. 
High School Boxing Exhibition. 

23. Oratory Gold Medal Contest. 

24. Mr. Barrett, Managing Secretary of the National Catholic War 
Council, lectures at Spring Hill. 

26. Military Field Day. 

27. Half Holiday. College Nine vs. McGowin & Lyons at Monroe 

29. High School Nine vs. Bankers on College Campus. 
3. Half Holiday. Feast of Corpus Christi. 

5. Final Examinations. 

6. Baccalaureate Sermon delivered by Rev. Fr. Gerow. 

8. School Closes. Commencement exercises held at Battle House 




A. J. CROCI, A.B. '23. 

On April 15th, Oscar W. Underwood, United States 
Senator of Alabama, visited Spring Hill. He was met 
and escorted to the College Auditorium by the student 
body, who were assembled in a military formation. 
Senator Underwood addressed a few words to the faculty and students, 

"It is a pleasure for me to be here again and a very great honor to say 
a few words to the company of future men who will control the state of 

"I had the pleasure of being here during the war and had the pleasure 
of discussing some war features with you. I am only here today for a 
few hours and can only say a few words. A few years ago our United 
States of America called us to arms to defend our country. It was asking 
us to visualize our duties to all that we should respect. But 'we must not 
forget that there are other causes just as great — the duty to our country 
in times of peace as in times of war. 

"It is not hard to fight when the band is playing, and everyone is with 
you and cheering you on. You remember what Napoleon said, that he 
wanted 'the three o'clock soldier,' who went out to do his duty with nobody 
to cheer him on. But he went and maybe he died for duty's sake. 

"Our duty to the nation in time of peace is to support the government 
in all its movements. 

"We older men will soon leave the battlefield. We cannot last many 
years longer. You are the men who will take our places. I am sure the 
boy who comes from this great institution goes forth with the love of his 
country always in his heart, with loyalty to his flag, recognizing the fore- 
most duty to stand no matter what the sacrifice may be for the great 
principles of the American government." 

PRESIDENT OF On April 18th the faculty and student body of Spring 
IRISH REPUBLIC Hill College were honored by a visit of the Honorable 
VISITS Eamon de Valera, President of the Irish Republic. The 

SPRING HILL entire R. 0. T. C. unit met His Excellency at the main 
entrance and escorted him to the exhibition hall. After an appropriate 
selection by the college orchestra, and an address of welcome by Albert 
Oasey, A.B. '22, Rev. Fr. President introduced Mr. de Valera to the assem- 
bly, and conferred upon him the honorary degree of Doctor of Laws. Presi- 
dent de Valera, in his speech that followed, explained the condition of Ire- 
land and its importance to the world. He emphasized Ireland's need of sup- 
port, and stated that he was sure to find that support among the brdad- 
minded American people. His talk, though short, was interesting, and 
from the applause he received, it was evident that his words deeply im- 
pressed his audience. 


c . nnAI On Tuesday, April 27th, the faculty and students of the 
PHYSTr? College were entertained by the members of the High 

TTYHTRTTnnTsi School Physics Class. The class gave a good account 

jiXuuiiiiojN of itself and itg work by an ex hibi t i on i n w hich it dis- 
cussed and illustrated by very conclusive experiments the problems of 
current electricity. 

The exhibition opened with a paper on "The Makers of Current Elec- 
tricity," by Robert Simpson. The speaker laid out the field to be covered 
by his colleagues and threw the light of history on the scientific subjects 
to be discussed. With dates and anecdotes he made the subject a living 
drama of human progress and achievement. 

George Sabatier and Nelson Sullivan followed and explained Electric 
Potential and one of the means of producing it, namely, the Voltaic Cell. 
John Thompson and Francis Hyronemus went a step further in the un- 
ravelling of the mystery of electricity by showing the definite relation 
existing between electricity and magnetism. Harold Gilmore and Daniel 
Casey showed a practical application of the relation in the Electromagnet. 
The audience, at least the laymen in scientific matters, were astounded at 
the lifting powers of a small Electromagnet exhibited on the stage. 

As a little relaxation after the close attention paid by the very ap- 
preciative audience to these deep problems, James Willard entertained it 
with a clarinet solo, rendering beautifully the "Flower Song," excellently 
accompanied by Albert Henry on the piano. 

After the music Francis Bogue and Richard Junkin performed the 
experiments in Electromagnetic Induction, illustrating Faraday's epoch- 
making discoveries in that field. This naturally led to the Dynamo and 
Motor by Foster Hughes and Stanley Cassidy. 

In conclusion Julio Guerra spoke of "The Future of Electricity," and 
stirred his audience to a greater interest in the progress of this science, 
which will be undoubtedly the most important in the future as it has been 
for some time past. 

MR T BARRETT 0n the evenin S of May 24th the Acuity and student 
i wrriTPWQ at fr° d y of Spring Hill College were guests at an illustrated 
COLLEGE lecture delivered by Mr. T. Barrett, Managing Secre- 

tary of the War Camp Council. The subject presented 
was the activities of the Catholic Church during the world war. Mr. Bar- 
rett, at the opening of the lecture, spoke of the importance of a thorough 
Catholic training of the young men of today ; and he repeatedly emphasized 
the influence of the National Catholic War Council upon the boys who 
"went across." "Every true Catholic is a patriot," he said, "and one who 
is a 100% Catholic is also a 100% American." Seven reels of motion pic- 
tures were shown, each telling its own story of the war and reconstruction 
work of the Knights of Columbus. Several remarkable scenes made under 
fire, displayed the fighting of the American troops in France. Numberless 
clubs and hospitals, employment bureaus, and vocational training schools 
for the returned fighting man were shown, all established under the 
audiences of the National Catholic War Council. 

Mr. Barrett and the Knights of Columbus are heartily thanked for 
their generosity, as the lecture was thoroughly enjoyed by all. 


On April 23 the Spring Hill College Jazz Orchestra made 
JAZZ its debut at the moving pictures. Since then it has 

BAND played regularly at every show under the direction of 

T. P. Diaz, who has had three years' experience in play- 
ing professional music. At each performance the orchestra has been 
welcomed with loud applause. The skill with which our Jazz Orchestra 
interprets the latest sensations enables it to compare favorably with any 
Jazz Orchestra. We feel sure that in the coming year the Jazz Orchestra 
will live up to the standard which it has set for itself. The following com- 
pose the Spring Hill College Orchestra: A. Henry, piano; J. Willard, clari- 
net ; H. Billeaud and J. Tuminello, violins ; E. Damrich, cornet ; T. P. Diaz, 

The annual contest in Elocution was held on May 9, 

ELOCUTION before the assembled faculty and student body of 

CONTEST Spring Hill College and a liberal amount of visitors. 

Of the five contestants in the College Division, C. J. 

O'Shee merited the Gold Medal and D. Burguieres was given second place. 

In the High School, Division the medal was won by W. F. Hughes, and 

second place by R. Courtney. Rev. J. P. Rogers, Mr. Gordon Smith and 

Judge Grayson kindly consented to judge the contest and their judgment 

of the winners was indeed popular. 

One of the most hotly contested struggles ever wit- 

ORATORICAL nessed at the College was the Annual Oratorical Con- 

CONTEST test on May 2. The subject was a "Panegyric on 

Marshal Foch." T. P. Diaz was awarded the medal and 

A. J. Croci ran him a close second. The judges were Rev. T. M. Cassidy, 

Judge M. R. Leigh and Mr. James Van Antwerp. 

Captain Frank L. Culin, Jr., the Commandant of the 
FfVR Spring Hill College R. O. T. C, is a graduate of the 

rravfry University of Arizona, and a world war veteran with 

an excellent record. He took part in five major offen- 
sives and received a citation for valour and devotion to duty while fighting 
in the Argonne just before the victory drive. The record of his individual 
deed has been published in General Orders of the Third Division as follows : 
"Culin, Jr. Frank L., Captain, who near Fismes, France, 10th August, 1918, 
successfully led Company 'H', 30th Infantry, in an attack, and although out- 
numbered, with a few men, held his ground until relieved." Captain Culin 
will be with this unit next year and everybody is confident of the success 
of the Military Department. 

Maxon Field, beautiful natural parade ground, flanking 

R. O. T. C. the College, was the setting for the military events. 

FIELD DAY Four platoons of cadets were drawn up at attention 

promptly at three o'clock. Old Glory, lifted to the 

breeze in the hands of the color bearer, was a splendid sight. The cadet 

band played while the men passed in review. 

Honored guests of the occasion who witnessed the exercises were 
Right Rev. Edward P. Allen, D. D„ who was accompanied by Rev. E. J. 
Hackett of the Cathedral, Rev. D. Brady, pastor of St. Vincent's, and Rev. 
Thomas Cassidy. Seated in the reviewing stand, which was gay with bunt- 
ing, were Major Pillans, City Commissioners Lyons and Crawford, Superin- 


tendent of Public Schools S. S. Murphy and Principal F. Grove of Barton 
Academy, and representatives of the Rotary and Kiwanis clubs and the 
American Legion. 

Judges tor the occasion were Lt. Col. Pepin and his aides, Capt. Hart 
and Lt. Phillips. Following the review the tirst event was a competitive 
drill by platoons for the platoon trophy and pennant. The second platoon, 
under command of Cadet Captain Frank McKenna, was announced winner 
by the judges with a rating of 8.9 out of a possible 10 points. Miss Esther 
Feore was sponsor for the winning platoon. The first platoon, Cadet Cap- 
tain LeSassier commanding, Miss Roberta Russell of Montgomery sponsor, 
won second place. Fourth Platoon, Cadet Captain Angelo Croci command- 
ing, Miss Virginia Chambers of Okolona, Miss, .sponsor, won third place. 
Third platoon, Cadet Captain Edward Strauss commanding, Miss Victoria 
Vidauro, Managua, Nic, sponsor, won fourth place. 

Bayonet drill, the most dramatic of the events, was the next item. 
Cadet Major Castagnos of the battalion and his aide, Cadet Captain George 
Rodrigue, were in command of the cadets in this event. Major Castagnos 
chose Miss Marie Courtney sponsor for the entire battalion, while Cap- 
tain Frank L. Culin, commandant of the Reserve Officers' Training Corps, 
chose Miss Julia Roe for the military department. 

Physical exercise drill, showing quickness of mental and bodily train- 
ing, f oliowed. This event was commanded by Cadet Captain Angelo Croci. 
This is turn was followed by the drill for individual honor. Howard Ma- 
horner, Mobile boy, proved the best drilled cadet. Albert Casey, New Or- 
leans, won second place in the individual drill contest. 

During the afternoon the cadet band entertained the spectators with 
selections and sounded the bugle calls. Drum Major Joseph Tuminello, 
who leads the band, chose Miss Elizabeth Daniels of Mobile sponsor. 

The medals won on this day were awarded at the Spring Hill Com- 
mencement, in the Battle House Auditorium, the morning of June 8th. 
The Reserve Officers' Training Corps field day will be an annual event at 
Spring Hill hereafter. 

A most entertaining event during the past session 

BOXING was a boxing tournament held in the College gymna- 

EXHIBITION sium. It was given by the boys of the High School, 

who were trained for the exhibition by a former ama- 
ateur boxer, Samuel Impestato. The event caused much excitement 
among the whole student body and was much talked of afterwards. Never 
before was boxing looked upon with so much interest until this year. 

It would not be fair to close the session without men- 
CHOIR tioning the work of the Choir. It has certainly lived 

up to the standard of former years. The members of 

the Choir have every reason to be congratulated, as 
they greatly added to the solemnity of religious exercises held in the Col- 
lege Chapel. 

The ninetieth annual commencement exercises of 

COMMENCEMENT Spring Hill College were held on Tuesday, June 8, in the 

EXERCISES auditorium of the Battle House. An overture by Be- 

thoven was rendered by the College Orchestra. Fol- 
lowing this was the address to the graduates, the feature of the occasion, 


given by Mr. James H. Glennon, A.B. '97. The College Orchestra then 
played Gavotte "Our Little Nestlings" by Theodore Moses. The valedic- 
tory address given by Edward Strauss was followed by a violin solo in A, 
beautifully rendered by Anthenor Halm. The event of the day was the 
conferring of degrees on six young men. The exercises closed with 
the awarding of medals. 

The Following Is the Text of Mr. Glennon's Address: 

Right Reverend Bishop, Very Reverend Rector and Faculty, Reverend Clergy, Gentle- 
men of the Graduating Classes, Students of Spring Hill College, Ladies and 

It has always been customary to associate a commencement address with scholary 
sentences, high sounding phrases and metaphors and eloquent words. Public opinion 
has been so moulded that we naturally expect that at the closing of an illustrious 
institution of learning such as this, that one high in the arts, sciences; or letters, or 
one gifted with the eloquence of a Demosthenes will be chosen to deliver that address. 
It was, therefore, more of a matter of surprise to me than td) anyone else that the 
faculty of Spring Hill College should have on this occasion departed from this staid 
custom and invaded the ranks of the plain, every day business world! to! choose one 
of my poor attainments for so signal an honor. That I am deeply conscious of this 
honor, none can doubt, but I am, still more profoundly impressed with the sense of my 
unfitness and my possible inability to measure up to the requirements of so important 
an assignment. 

However, I would be deeply ungrateful to my Alma Mater and particularly un- 
appreciative of the many favors received from her hands, were I, at this hour, to 
fail to heed her call for service. For to my Alma Mater, Spring Hill and to the splendid 
influences within her walls, more than to any other agency do I attribute what measure 
of success I may have achieved in the business or social world. To the fundamental 
truths and sound principles imbibed from that source I have often turned for con- 
solation, encouragement and knowledge. 

My conception of this assignment is that the faculty of this splendid old col- 
lege, keenly alert as they are to the spirit and needs of the day, believe that peculiar 
social and economic conditions confront us and that a frank discussion of facts rather 
than theories will be particularly apropos. That the world today is facing some of 
the most serious problems in its history few men doubt, but wei find very few who 
will stop to analyze them. We have just passed through the most appalling disaster 
the world has ever seen. Millions are dead by shot and shell, disease and pestilence; 
homes are wrecked and families scattered to the winds; fair, blooming lands lie in 
waste and ruins and the grim scar of war spreads over it all. Beneath the silvery 
waves, their bones resting on coral reefs, sleep thousands of men and women — aye 
even innocent babes. Nearly two years have elapsed since that memorable day in 
November, 1918, when the armistice was signed, and still the world is not at peace. 

Even Nature, my friends, is more ordered than this, for the seething tempest, the 
roaring winds, the lashed and turbulent sea, thanks to a merciful God, give way to 
peace and calm, cease their roar and are still. God rules nature, but man is a being 
of free will. 

When the representatives of the great powers gathered around the peace table, 
sober men hoped and prayed that their efforts would bring a just and lasting peace 
to a war-worn, distracted world. Ah! but, my friends, the one Power which alone 
could bring peace was not represented there. The Prince of Peace was not invited — 
He was not even consulted, and so the world is not at peace today. 

Can you imagine a more unsettled state of affairs than that which confronts us 
in our own beloved country today? Social and industrial unrest sweeps over the 
land; strikes and disorders are daily occurrences, and the spirit of anarchy and Bol- 
shevism has dared to defy our most cherished institutions. Our constitution, for which 
our fore-fathers shed their blood — and the sacred liberty guaranteed thereunder — 
for which nearly one hundred thousand sons gave their lives to (maintain, stand in 


peril. Class hatred, greed, reckless extravagance and a defiance of the moral law, 
stalk like grim specters through the land. Bigotry, intolerance and ignorance run 
riot. Even liberty of conscience and of worship would be prescribed. The golden rule 
has been cast into the discard, wilful pleasure substituted for pursuit of happiness and 
license now reigns where once liberty held sway. 

The time calls for men, my frinds, manly men who have courage and convictions 
and who will dare to do right regardless of all consequences. Not until each man, 
woman and child realizes and puts into practice the moral responsibility they owe their 
fellow man will conditions right themselves. We cannot hope that the natural evolu- 
tion of things will bring about such an adjustment. The laws of economy — be the 
matters social, industrial or political — are surely subject to the laws of ethics and all 
arguments to the contrary will not avail. Neither is social custom sufficiently deter- 
rent, for history does not furnish us any too great a number of examples of self- 
restraint. As I see it, the observance of the decalogue and a practical application of 
the wonderful Sermon on the Mount, offer the surest and quickest cures for the social 
and economic cancers which are gnawing at the very vitals of our beloved country today. 

You may be wondering, perhaps, why I have painted such a lurid picture of our 
domestic affairs and why I have expressed such a gloomy opinion of conditions. My 
purpose must be obvious to all. Gentlemen of the graduating classes, my expressions 
have been mild. I have only told a fractional part of the whole truth, but what I 
have said gives me an opportunity of personal reference insofar as your service to 
your fellow man is concerned. For you, this is the day of days — the culmination of 
your school day hopes and dreams. I know how in your minds you have tolled off the 
days, even the hours, when you imagined you would be free froml your studies, to 
go forth into the busy world without restraint, to do as you pleased. Perhaps you 
have set for yourselves a high mark to attain. I sincerely trust that is so. Then 
again you may be laboring under the delusion that the world owes you a living, and 
that all you have to do is to reach out your hand and take it. Permit me as a man 
of the world, who has come into contact with almost every conceivable condition, to 
say that you cannot honestly expect to drift with the tide of life. 

There are many reasons why this is so. First of all, your duty to society demands 
that you now — at this very hour of your graduation decide that all important question 
— "Quo Vadis" — whither goest thou? What is to be your purpose in life? What is 
your vocation? It is hardly necessary for me to add that the Divine Author of your 
intelligence expects you to answer that question rightly. 

Society — your fellow man has a right to expect much useful service from you. A 
short while ago I said that we needed manly men — those of courage and convictions. 
You are such men, my young friends — your Alma Mater has said so, for she has 
written into your diploma these significant words: "ut qui ingenio et doctrina coeteris 
praestant" — "that those who by their knowledge and training excel others." This 
splendid old institution which has crowned the sunny slopes of Spring Hill for nearly 
a century, standing like the Rock of Gibraltar, firm in her teaching, profound in her 
knowledge and secure in the possession of the truth, sends you forth stamped with her 
approval. Empowered by the great commonwealth of Alabama to confer degrees in 
the arts, sciences and letters upon those in her opinion worthy of them, she has staked 
her professional integrity upon your fitness and ability to be of service to your fellow 
man. The world then is prepared to accept you at your indorsed value, but it remains 
for you to prove your intrinsic worth. Opportunities are not lacking. Every hour of 
the day — every day of your life presents the chance for useful service in the business 
or professional world. 

There are many things in life worth while. Financial success may mean pleasure, 
but it does not always bring happiness and contentment. The man who! gets most 
out of life is he who puts the most unselfish service into it, and his reward is cor- 
respondingly great. Then the intelligent and unselfish application of your God-given 
faculties of usefulness will profit you more than any other factor in life. 

Entering the world today you will be called upon to aid and assist in the solution 
of the many difficult problems which confront us. You are exceptionally qualified 
to do so for you have been trained under men who are eminently fitted to teach, to 
guide and instruct. Their whole life is spent in the education and moral training 
of the youth. Your education, my dear sirs, has its foundation upon the bed-rock of 


truth, that is an intimate knowledge of the Divine Author of all light and intelligence, 
and that education which is lacking in this first essential basis can be likened to the 
house built upon the qucksand. We have university men, turned out by our; leading 
colleges today, loaded with degrees, full of isms and such like matter, but whose 
knowledge of Almighty God is a negative quantity and whose moral calibre can only 
be gauged by the requisites of polite society. 

In after years you will have occasion to recall the fact that I have said that your 
advantages over others have been exceedingly great. Therefore, gentlemen of the 
graduating classes of Spring Hill, be true to the principles taught you and let nothing 
swerve you from the right either in business or social affairs. 

May I not suggest that, up to this good hour, personal responsibility has not been 
yours? On the contrary, the influences which have surrounded you have been whole- 
some, pleasant and prepared. Today, however, you step forth into the world alone. 
You alone are to be the arbiter of your success or failure. You have been most 
carefully trained, and properly armed and equipped to fight the battle of life success- 
fully. Will you succeed or will you fail? You alone can answer that question. Man 
is a free agent and whatever may be your ultimate career, you alone can be charged 
with the responsibility thereof. Nothing is by chance; environment may persuade but 
it does not determine, and fate is a misnomer. Somewhere in Holy Scripture we 
read that "The hireling fleeth because he is a hireling." Man draws out of life in 
proportion to what he puts into it. The laborer remains a laborer because he is 
content to do so for I hold that every man has within himself the means of self- 
improvement, self-advancement and it is only the drifter on life's tidei who has lost 
all ambition, purpose and initiative. 

In your daily life you will be expected to put into practice the sterling principles 
of manhood drilled into your very souls in your beautiful college home With con- 
science guiding, steel yourselves with the determinationl to make an honorable, suc- 
cessful career in life. Such a place can only be won by meritorious service, a careful 
and systematic attention to details and a just consideration of the rights of your fellow 
man. Professionally this same rule will apply and in addition ethics must always 
preceed expediency and profit. 

We have a natural right to expect that you will succeed. The Alumni of Spring 
Hill are jealous of her reputation. The faculty of this institution have likewise a right 
to look to you to succeed, for again they have written into your diploma "dilectum 
nobis," dear, pleasing to us. Their solicitude for you does not cease at the hour of 
your graduation. You may be sure that they will follow your career with eager hope 
that their painstaking efforts in your behalf shall have not been in vain. 

Then your dear parents and relatives and friends who are gathered here in such 
goodly numbers this morning, gazing with love and pride upon you, are building high 
hopes upon your future. Can you afford to disappoint them? 

I have said that the social conditions of the world today and especially in our own 
country, were in a deplorable condition. This is particularly noticeable in the tendency 
nowadays of people, and especially young people, to plunge into pleasure and extrava- 
gant tastes. I have heard it said — I do not know how true it is — that 60% of the peo- 
ple of the United States (60,000,000 souls) professed no religion whatever, did not 
belong to any church, and that only 40% were church goers. Lack of religion shows 
lack of moral restraint and lack of moral restraint points to lack of self-restraint. It 
would even seem that woman was determined to prove herself the weaker sex by her 
folly in dress and the cheapness in which she hold man's regard. Oh, for the days of 
our mothers, when woman stood upon a pedestal all her own, enshrined in man's re- 
gard, loved for her innocence and modesty, compelling in her charm. May I express 
the hope that your innate sense of chivalry will at all times prompt you to hold in 
high regard your ideals of womanhood. 

Against the surging tide of un-Americanism now rising in our country under the 
name of Socialism, Bolshevism or any other ism you may wish to call it, you must 
stand firm, fearless and true. This is our land — the land of the free. Our fore- 
fathers founded a republic — a government of the people, for the people and by the 
people and this government gained its strength and power by th econsent of the 
governd. Russia today is the most brilliant example of extreme social democracy just 
as Germany was the great autocracy. Our forefathers feared an extreme democracy 


just as much as they dreaded an autocracy. They sought a happy medium and founded 
a republic and so far as any of us know, it is the grandest government under God's 
sun. You, my dear sirs, must fight to keep it such, for there are influences at work 
amongst us that would drive us into extreme social democracy and make of us an- 
other Russia. They would tear down all that we cherish and hold dear — they would 
openly defy our constitution and laws. Yes, gentlemen, the need of the hour is manly 
men, who have courage and convictions, and right gladly do we welcome you into the 
arena, equipped as you are to carry on the fight. 

May I express to you my personal congratulations upon your having passed the 
careful scrutiny of the faculty of your Alma Mater, and upon having deserved and 
won your respective degrees. May you meet with all possible success in life compati- 
ble with your efforts and service. May the hopes of your Alma Mater in you be re- 
flected in an honorable, successful career and may the wishes of your relatives and 
friends be fully realized. I am sure that all these rewards in life will ibe yours if you 
will always remember the days spent in your college home, recalling her teachings, 
heeding her admonitions and practicing her principles. 

This, my friends, is the message I would bring you from, the business world today 
and which I assure you from my heart is prompted by a sincere desire to be of help 
and service, which I humbly hope it will be. 

-^Tas. H. Glennon, A.B. '97. 

Owing to the generosity of Mr. Gordon Smith, whose 
THE NEW SMITH picture appears in this number, the large dining room 
DINING ROOM was remodelled in mission style. A new floor of red 
English was laid, ceiling and columns beautifully re- 
ainted, and the walls repanelled. Thirty-two oak tables and chairs were 
put in. To complete the renovation a system of indirect lighting was in- 
serted. We take this) opportunity of expressing our appreciation of Mr. 
Smith's exceeding great kindness, in token of which the refectory will 
henceforth be known as The New Smith Dining Room. 

The eve of the annual commencement at Spring Hill 
REUNION OF College was marked by the reunion of the Class of '15. 
CLASS OF '15 This, it may be remembered, was one of the most rep- 
resentative classes that have graduated in recent 
years. Its members comprise James A. Cassidy, Atlanta ; Frank Gillespie, 
Atlanta; Archie Grefer, Harvey, La.; Emmet Meyer, Thibodeaux; Ray- 
mond Bork, Chattanooga; Edward W. Blankenstein, Natchez, Miss. 

Of these James Cassidy is president of the Spring Hill Club of Atlanta, 
the first organization of its kind. The members of this club have done much 
to make Spring Hill known through Georgia and have doubled the student 
role from that state during the last two years. 

The morning was spent by those old graduates in visiting again scenes 
and sights, the memory of which had been with them since the day of their 
graduation. A dinner with the members of the faculty was a special item in 
the day's program. 

The class members, who stopped at the Battle House, held their re- 
union banquet there on commencement eve, and amid loyal speeches and 
many good things, pledged their loyalty to the Hill, and renewed their 
promise of meeting here again in 1925. 


c.TTiwA/ri?i> A. party of twenty-four members of the student army 

™™ training corps at Spring Hill College left Tuesday af ter- 

r imp tl00n ' ^ une 15t ^' for Columbia, S. C, in company with 

CAMP ^ ey ^^gj. j w. Hynes to undergo a special officers' 

training course at Camp Jackson. The number includes Frank Bogue, Joe 
Druhan, Stanley Cassidy, Burke Wilson, Harold Winling, Albert Casey, 
Edward Berry, Michael Burke, Daniel Casey, Charles Coyle, George Flani- 
gen, Sidney Gonsoulin, Holt Harrison, Joseph Meyers, Hugh Mulherin, Louis 
Mulherin, Gerald O'Connor, Olivier Provosty, William Rainey, Patrick Rice, 
George Smith, Augustus Tobin, Albert Burguieres and Denis Burguieres. 

The course will consist of military tactics and an intensive drill course, 
and will last for a period of six weeks. 

En route to the Carolina camp members of the party will stop over at 
Augusta, Ga., where an entertainment has been arranged in their honor by 
the Spring Hill Alumni Association of that place. 

Captain Frank Culin, director of the R. 0. T. C. unit at Spring Hill, is 
one of the military instructors at Camp Jackson. 

SODALITY OF On May 31st, the High School Sodality held a solemn 
OUR BLESSED reception of candidates. After Mass, which was said 
LADY in the Sodality Chapel, the following students were ad- 

mitted into the sodality by the director, Father J. H. 
Striteh, S. J. : A. Finch, R. Dimitry, E. Danos, R. Smith, H. Fuss, H. Harri- 
son, P. H. Rice, G. Neeley, S. Barrett, B. Mulherin, W. Keenan, C. May, C. 
Vega, J. O'Connor. The Junior Sodality is one of the oldest college sodali- 
ties in the United States, having been affiliated with the Roman sodality in 
1852 under the title of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Queen of Angels, and the 
Guardian Angels. The College Sodality had its reception on May 30th. 
Two members were received — J. Tremmel and J. Lytal. Both sodalities have 
more than lived up to the high standard of former years and have proven 
excellent motive powers for good among the students. 



College Locals 


Sayings of Famous Men. 

"Two days in New Orleans are better than four half days in Mo- 
bile."— Toups. 

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"Sleep and the world sleeps with you ; get up and you get up alone." — 

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"If you walk in your sleep don't you step on my name." — Mahorner. 

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"Don't you ever buy ?" — Reynaud. 

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"No, she hasn't met me yet." — Thompson. 

* * * 

"Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, if I spend this nickel I'll turn into 
rust." — Tuminello. 

* * * 

Le Sassier: "What's the matter, can't she take a joke?" 

d'Aquin: "Naw!" 

Le Sassier: "That's funny, she took you." 

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Why is "Trig" called Mary? Ask Murray. 

Not satisfied with stealing third base, "Sarge" Skinner, in a recent 
game, decided to retrace his steps towards second. "I wanted to fool the 
pitcher," was his explanation. 

* # # 

Everybody agrees that Gilmore's protege has come around in excel- 
lent form. Your services will be in great demand next year, "Gilly," so 
be on the job. 

* * * 

"Latest Jazz Hits of the Season." 

"Don't Feed Me Oatmeal, or I'll Give You the Horselaugh." — Prof. 

"Here Comes the Bride." — Profs. J. K. and Lastie. 

"We Feed the Baby Onions, So We Oan Find Him in the Dark."— Prof. 

"I'm a Village Sweet." — Prof. Vinegar Pete. 

"The Gay Old Dog."— Prof. Perro White. 

"The Old Family Toothbrush."— Prof. John Petre Cooney. 

"There Will Be a Hot Time in Sumner Tonight."— Prof. Jos. Flautt. 

* * •* 

Frisby: Say, Perro, what numbers do men's most happy events fall 

Perro White: Seven an' 'leven. 

* * * 

Spanish Prof: "Jarvis, what is the future tense used for? 
Norborne Jarvis : Past action, sir. 


De Lauriel's Advice. 

If you have aspirations to be a "Jelly Bean," 
Then rub your hair thick with vaseline ; 
Part it in the middle with a sowing machine, 
Plaster it back with a paving machine. 
Then odor it well with Danderine 
And then you'll be a full fledged "Jelly Bean." 

* * * 

"Graduate Bulletin Board." 

"Frisby" Simpson is going to Boston Tech next year to take up "Pork 
and Bean Engineering." 

Ed Strauss will delve into chemical research, in an endeavor to beat 
the prohibitionists. 

"Gawge" Skinner is going to take up a course in veterinary work, 
for peanut farming. 

"Sir Sid" Reynaud will introduce new methods of raising Perique 
Tobacco, in Lutcher. 

"Stumps" Vickers will take up sartorial designing in; Paris. 

Last, but certainly not the least, our friend "Tummy" intends going 
into the boat-building business. 

* * * 

Duncan : I killed a chicken and it lived for twenty-four hours. 
Cooney : That ain't nothing ; I ordered some Blue Point oysters once, 
and they were still kicking when I got 'em. 

*P ^|t "^t 

You Know Him, Fellows. 

There was a foolish young lad from Beeville. 

He had hair like the Barber of Seville. 
He laughed like the whinny of a tongue-tied guinea, 

Heaven help us if he's laughing still 

"^ * * 

Could a man of mettle have brass enough to steal Gilmore's hair- 

* * ■* 

First Feminine : "Look at that awful gash in that college boy's head. 
Second Feminine: Initiated into some foolish frat, the "I Tappa Keg," 
I believe they call it. 

* * * 

There were two lads named Cooney and White ; 

They got into a very sad plight. 
Set fire to their room, and put it out with a broom, 

And came very near dying of fright. 

* * * 

Snookums is an artist at drawing flies. 


There was a young fellow named Mike Burke, 

Who never did very much work. 
He met a young girl who set him awhirl, 

And he's now bloated up like a Turk. 

* * * 

Toups : "Say, John, lend me that bathing suit. 
O'Neil: "Gwan, boy, that's my sock." 

* •*■ * 

'The Great Contest." 

A "heavy eating" contest was held by the members of the fraternity. 
It was a very spirited affair. Neck and neck they were coming down the 
stretch, but Cassidy took the prize by nosing out McEvoy and Casey in a 
close finish. No kick coming, eh what ? 
15 Rahs for Cassidy, boys. 

* * # 

Logan's Limerick. 

There was a sleepy young guy from Fayette, 
Who ain't quite woke up yet. 
He's Old Rip the Second, who'll nod if you beckon, 
This sleepy young guy from Fayette. 

* * * 

Joe Flautt, our handsome Beau Brummel, has now accepted a posi- 
tion as a model in the Arrow Collar Co. 

* * * 

"Aha," cried Mr. Cosio, our well known physicist, "I have solved the 

"What is it ?" ueried the anxious listeners. 

"That Dick Inge's small stature was caused by the premature develop- 
ment of the cranium." 

* * * 

Rodrigue : "What are you going to do in Philosophy, 'Nigger' ?" 
Nigger: 'Talk like Ingersoll." 

Why go to Africa for ivory when there's such a copious amount in 
the big yard ? 

* * * 

Lopez: "Is that Sergeant Pop?" 
Toups : "Impossible ; look at the legs." 

* * * 
Lastie's Perfect Day. 

'Twas early in the morn, 

When the gladsome day was born ; 

Lastie didn't feel forlorn 

For he knew : 

That he'd meet a little smile 

In a little, little while, 

Through a lover's artless guile, 

Ah! Goo goo. 


And when the sun was high, 
Sailing in the midday sky, 
Sure he didn't heave a sigh, 
For he knew: 

That he'd meet a little smile 
In a little, little while, 
Through a lover's artless guile, 
Ah ! Goo goo. 

And when 'twas afternoon, 
(What a soul embracing boon) 
It was still the self same tune ; 
Lastie knew: 

That he'd meet a little smile 
In a little, little while, 
Through a lover's artless guile, 
Ah! Goo goo. 

And when had fallen night, 
All his dreams were rosy bright 
'Neath the glow of lover's light, 
Well he knew: 

That he'd meet a little smile 
In a little,little while, 
Through a lover's artless guile, 
Ah! Goo goo. 


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High School Locals 

E. BEERY, A.B. '24. 

We regret to say that we cannot torture our readers by the next issue 
of this magazine. Mr. Jones Archibald Thomas has decided to abdicate 
the editorial staff of the Springhillian and we are certain that he is deter- 
mined because his family lawyer was drawn into the affair on his side. Mr. 
Thomas states that his name has become too conspicuous on the pages of 
said magazine. 

* * * 

Couples : 

Sullivan and Zeagler. 
Sapp and Watts. 
Griffin and Sheehan. 
Zieman and Hannie. 
Vega and Stark. 
Eddie and Lemoine. 

* * * 

Queer Quotations: 

"In famous Gibbeb"— Finch. 
"Shorts"— McKinnon. 
"Let's talk baseball"— Vega- 
"Let's go to the Hill"— Tobin. 
"I'm bumming" — O'Byrne. 
"Six more days" — Kohn. 
"Over your head" — Thomas. 
"Is it a pink one ?" — Berry. 

"Frog" has just given out the startling information that he's going to 
skip class on June 8th for the first time. Good luck, Jim. We hope you 
won't get caught. 

Headlines We Will Read Ten Years From Now. 

General J. Zabalza will enjoy his semi-annual summer vacation by par- 
taking in a revolution. 

Olivier corners the market in brass. 

R. Hayseed beats Ruth's home run record. 

A. Burguieres, famous dancing teacher, retired. 

* * * 

Dere Papa: 

Well, papa, I guess you no I been up here for a long time and that I 
am coming home real soon. I asked Kohn how many more days we had 
and he said six days, 8640 minits and 518400 sec- (I can't write the num- 
bers in long hand cuz Mr. Murphy ain't taught us that yet.) Kohn must 
be write becuz all he does is to sit down and f igger out the days. I asked 
Sapp, too, and he sed seven days more, so Kohn must be rite. 

The other day the railroad man came out to sell me a ticket and he 
asked me what kind i wanted and i told him a blue won with pink stripes. 
He got mad and sez where did I come from and where did I want to go to 


and when I tole him Augusta, he sez no trains would go there so I'd have 
to get out at Andaloslyuh and walk to Augusta. Papa, please tell me in 
your next letter which is biggest, Augusta or Andylusia. I thinks Augusty 
is, don't you ? That's what Gus Mulherin sed. i like Augusta becus it's so 
peculiar looking. Down here we got a lot of good athletes from Augusta. 
Doughty is a champion ping-pong player. Gus Mulherin is champion quack 
player and O'Bryne is champion hand ball player (so he sez) . Gus Tobin's 
a good pitcher, too. You oughta see him. He hits the other! side's bats 
every time he throws the ball. 

Everybody went to Crighton to see the circus the other day. Crichton 
has a good circus but we had to lone them a few of us fellows to make the 
circus compleat- We loned them Otto, the magishan, because he makes 
beans disappear; and Dan Hardie, the largest baby for his size in the 
world. They had a good circus with those to fellows in it. Win the circus 
was over I wint out and played ring around the roses with Winn, Bonvillan 
and Chester Roe and a lot of nice little girls. We had a good time playing. 
Fats wanted to play too, but we wouldn't let him play cuz he's two good 
looking and he'd charm all the little girls. 

There is too boys up here I like awful much. They are Jim Thomas 
and Oliver. I like to go round with them cus they talk so intelligent. Jim 
is a lady's man. I asked him if i could be one and he said he'd show me 
how if i gave him a quarter. I gave him the 2-bits but he ain't showed me 
yet. Maybe he'll show me tomorrow. 

Well, papa, I have got to clothes becus I gotta get liniment to keep 
the muskitoes off tonight. Lots of love from 

Your little boy, 

* * * 
He wants to be a farmer, 

And with the farmers stand ; 
A "Hayseed" on his forehead, 

And a rake within his hand. 

He wants to be a ball player, 
And swing a mighty bat; 

But if he ever does it, 

I'll eat my dog-gone hat. 

He wants to be a Big Leaguer 
With all of Vega's form ; 

But he'll only be a reaper 

On his great granddaddy's farm. 



College Baseball 

The beginning of the 1920 baseball season was not auspicious, due principally to 
the fact that with the exception of Captain Walet, infielder, Winling and Pitcher 
Toups, every man on the team was playing his first year of varsity baseball for Spring 
Hill. This was shown by the poor showing of the team in dropping four of the first 
five games on the schedule. After that the team settled down and seemed to have 
found itself, showing a remarkable reversal of early season "dope" by winning eight 
of the next twelve games played. Probably the greatest factor in the won column 
for Spring Hill is Pitcher Toups, whose "iron-man" pitching stunts have won for him 
recognition in college baseball as one of this year's best pitchers and one of the very 
best ever seen here at Spring Hill. 

"Sarge" was ably assisted by Allen Billeaud, who pitched in hard luck through- 
out the season. He has a wonderful assortment of curves, but his inability to keep 
the ball over the plate has been his principal drawback. The third member of the 
pitching staff, Ed Strauss, has the same quality. Captain Gene Walet, start third 
sacker of the 1919 varsity, selected possibly the hardest position on the team to play 
because it meant filling the position left vacant by Crane, the greatest fielding first 
baseman seen at Spring Hill in years. But Gene more than filled Crane's shoes, for 
in addition to wonderful fielding, he carried a high batting average. Harold Winling, 
at second base, needs no introduction to Spring Hill fans. His playing this year was 
of a very high grade throughout the season. At short McEvoy played a good game, 
fielding and batting consistently. He was out towards the end of the season due to 
injuries sustained at Pensacola. His position was taken by O'Neil, who was shifted from 
third, while Dickie White, the first-league "fence buster", covered the hot corner. Let 
us not forget to mention O'Neil's wonderful playing throughout the season. His ter- 
rific hitting in a double-header at Pensacola, when he secured six singles in seven trips 
to the plate, was quite a hitting feat. Dickie White, after his abduction from the 
first league, seemed to retain his batting eye as a couple of doubles in one of the 
Pensacola games will show. 

Hugh Billeaud in left, Beatrous in center, and Lopez in right, took care of the 
outer gardens. Billeaud and Beatrous are fast, flashy fielders, while Lopez, though not 
so fast, is a very reliable player and is equipped with a good arm. "Fats" Burguieres 
finally graduated from the High School varsity to understudy to Babington. He gives 
promise of developing into a ready catcher. The substitute outfield position was held 
down by Mahorner, whose inability to hit deprived him of a berth as a regular. 


March 14 — McGowin-Lyons 7, Spring Hill 2. 

March 21— Mobile K. of C.'s 2, Spring Hill 11. 

April 4 — Mobile (Southern League) 7, Spring Hill 4. 

April 9 — Louisiana State University 4, Spring Hill 1. 

April 10 — Louisiana State University 5, Spring Hill 0. 

April 11 — Jefferson College 1, Spring Hill 3. 

April 17 — Marion Institute 0, Spring Hill 1. 

April 17 — Marion Institute 0, Spring Hill 0. 

Aipril 18 — Marion Institute 7, Spring Hill '. 

April 23 — Marion Institute 5, Spring Hill 11. 

April 24 — Marion Institute 1, Spring Hill 0. 

April 24 — Marion Institute 0, Spring Hill 4. 

May 2— Pensacola K. of C.'s 4, Spring Hill 3. 

May 2— Pensacola K. of C.'s 1, Spring Hill 2. 

May 9— St. Stanislaus College 1, Spring Hill 4. 

May 14— Pensacola K. of C.'s 8, Spring Hill 4. 

May 14— Pensacola K. of C.'s 0, Spring Hill 7. 

May 14 — Pensacola K. of C.'s 4, Spring Hill 8. 

March 14 — McGowin-Lyons 7, Spring Hill 2. 
The opening game of the 1920 baseball season was played with the McGowin- 



Lyons team, champions of Mobile. McBride and Finnegan, both of whom have had 
minor league experience, did the hurling for the Mobile team. Toups began for Spring 
Hill, but was unable to find the plate and was relieved by Billeaud in the third inning 
after the visiting team had scored three runs. Billeaud settled down and stopped the 
scoring, striking out seven batters in six innings and allowing them three measly 
bingles. In the meanwhile, McBride weakened in the third and the local team coupled 
two hits and an error into two tallies. Finnegan, who relieved McBride, was invincible, 
sending ten men back in six innings via the three-strike route. 

AB. R. H. PO. A. E. Spring Hill. 
... 5 H. Billeaud, L. F. 

Erhardt, C. F 

AB. R. H. PO. A. E. 

Spicer, 2b 




D. Steber, 3b 

. 5 




Smith, C 

. 5 





Ponds, lb 


M. Steber, R. 


. 5 



Eanes, L. F. . 

. 4 



Cooke, S. S 

. 4 




McBride, P. ... 

. 2 


Finnegan, P. . 




42 7 5 27 7 4 


McEvoy, S. S 4 

Beatrous, C. F 2 1 

Mahorner, C. F. 1 

Walet, lb .. , 4 1 

Winling, 2b 4 

Lopez, R. F 4 

O'Neil, 3b 4 

Burguieres, C 4 

Toups, P r 1 

Billeaud, P _ 2 

♦Strauss 1 

Totals ...35 2 3 27 9 5 

*Hit for A. Billeaud in ninth. 
By Innings: 

McGowin-Lyons 025 000 000 — 7 

Spring Hill 002 000 000—2 

Summary: Two-base hit, Cooke. Stolen bases, D. Steber, Smith, Ponds (2), Eanes 
(2), McBride. Struck out, by Billeaud 7, by McBride 9, by Finnegan 10. Hit by pitch- 
er, by Billeaud (McBride), by Toups (D. Steber). Bases on balls, off McBride 3, off 
Toups 4, off Billeaud 1. Left on bases, McGowin-Lyons 9, Spring Hill 7. Umpires, 
Ching and Haid. 

April 23 — Spring Hill 11; Marion Institute 5. 

After making a three-cornered break in the first series at Marion the local ath- 
letes through the high class pitching of Toups and Billeaud were enabled to win two 
out of three games in the final series. Lee, on the mound for Marion in the first 
game, was hammered unmercifully, the home team getting seventeen safe blows and 
eleven runs off his delivery, while Toups, though nicked for nine hits, was steady 
throughout and kept the Marion bingles well scattered, besides whiffing nine Marion- 
ites. O'Neil, with a homer and two singles, led the attack for Spring Hill. Spring Hill 
took the lead in the first inning and was never headed thereafter. 



A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. Spring Hill 

AB. R. H. P.O. A.E. 

Lyman, 2b — 5 

Madison, L. F 5 

Jellicose, R. F - 5 

Milburn, C 5 12 4 2 1 

Dupre, 3b 3 10 2 3 3 

Reeder, lb , 4 1 11 

Argo, S. S 4 

Oliver, C. F 4 

Lerl, P 


10 3 3 H. Billeaud, L. F-. 5 1110 

13 10 Lopez, R. F - 5 10 1 

Walet, lb 5 2 1 10 

Winling, 2b 5 112 7 1 

Babington, C - 5 2 2 10 1 

O'Neil, 3b. - 5 13 13 1 

1 Beatrous, C. F 5 2 3 

McEvoy, S. S 5 2 3 2 1 

1 2 

4 2 10 Toups, P 

3 2 3 2 1 

.39 5 9 24 14 5 

By innings: 


Spring Hill 

Totals .43 11 17 27 15 5 

000 300 101— 5 
.302 120 300—11 



Summary: Home run, O'Neil. Two-base hits, Toups, Argo, Milburn. Stolen bases, 
Madison, Lee, Lopez, Winling, Beatrous, Toups. Double plays, Argo to Lyman to 
Reeder. Struck out, by Toups, 9, by Lerl 4. Bases on balls, off Toups 1, off Learl 1. 
Left on bases, Marion 7, Spring Hill 9. Time of game 2 hours, 10 minutes. Umpires, 
Reach and Castagnos. 

April 24 — Spring Hill 0; Marion 1. 

In an attempt to take the series Marion shot Lewis, her hurling ace, at the locals. 
The game was hard fought and was in truth a heart/breaker for Billeaud, whose mo- 
mentary wildness was the cause of his defeat. In the seventh he issued free transpor- 
tation to Reeder, by means of a slant in the slats, Argo followed with a pinch single, 
advancing Reeder to second, Oliver hit to McEvoy, who threw to second, retiring Argo. 
Then with Reeder on third Billeaud uncorked a wild pitch and a perfectly good ball 
game floated into Marion's hands when Reeder crossed the plate with the deciding run. 

Lewis hurled an excellent game for the visitors, allowing only four hits and strik- 
ing out nine Hillians. 



A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Lyman, 2b 3 1 

Madison, L. F 3 1 

Lewis, P 3 1 

Milburn, C . ,3 

Dupre, 3b .. . 3 

Reeder, lb 2 10 9 

Argo, S. S 3 2 

Oliver, C. F . ...., 3 



9 2 




Spring Hill 

A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

H. Billeaud, L. F 3 110 

Lopez, R. F 3 

Walet, lb _ 3 

Winling, 2b 3 

Jellicose, R. F_....- 


Babington, C. 

O'Neil, 3b _ 

Beatrous, C. F. ..... 

McEvoy, S. S- 

A. Billeaud, P 

- 3 

5 3 
19 1 




_... 2 



.26 4 21 7 2 

26 1 5 21 11 2 

By innings: 

Marion - ,. 000 000 1—1 

Spring Hill 000 000 0—0 

Summary: Struck out, by Lewis 9, by Billeaud 9. Bases on balls, off Billeaud 1, 
off Lewis 1. Hit by pitcher, by Billeaud (Reeder). Double play, Winling to Walet. 
Left on bases, Marion 5, Spring Hill 5. Time of game, 1 hours, 40i minutes. Umpires, 
Murphy and Castagnos. 

April 24 — Spring Hill 4; Marion 0. 

After losing the first game of the double header Billeaud was sent back at Marion 
and succeeded in shutting out the visiting collegians by a score of four to nothing. 

Both pitchers went strong until the fifth inning when the locals converted two 
errors and four hits into four tallies. Billeaud was in fine fettle as is evidenced by 
his ten strikeouts and five scattered hits. 



Lyman, 2b 

Madison, L. F 3 

Lewis, P _ 3 

Milburn, C 2 

Argo, S. S 1 

Dupre, 3b 3 

Reeder, lb 2 

Jellicose, R. F 3 

Oliver, C. F 2 

A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

.... 3 2 1 







1 1 

5 1 

Spring Hill 
H. Billeaud, L. F.. 

Lopez, L. F~ 

Walet, lb 

Winling, 2b 

Babington, C 

O'Neil, 3b . 

Beatrous, C. F. . 

McEvoy, S.'S 

A. Billeaud, P 


22 5 18 6 6 

By innings: 


Spring Hill 


A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

3 12 2 

3 10 

2 2 5 

3 12 

3 10 2 

3 10 

_ 3 10 

3 12 3 

3 10 2 3 

26 4 7 21 10 

000 000 0—0 
.000 040 0—4 


Summary: Two-base hits, Walet, Olivier. Sacrifice hit, Walet. Stolen bases, H. 
Billeaud, A. Billeaud, Argo. Struck out, by Billeaud 10, by Lewis 2. Bases on balls, 
off Billeaud 3. Hit by pitcher, by Billeaud (Argo, Oliver). Double play, Dupre bo 
Argo. Time of game, 1 hour, 40 minutes. Umpires, Murphy and Gastagnos. 
May 9 — Spring Hill 45 St. Stanislaus College 1. 

Following the second Marion series the next college team to clash with the locals 
was the St. Stanislaus College aggregation. The game was played at Bay St. Louis. 
Though Phillips, the Bay star, succeeded in striking out nine Spring Hill batters, he 
was far from being a match for Toups, the local ace, who allowed one hit and whiffed 
twelve men. Spring Hill bunched hits in the second, fourth and eighth innings! and 
managed to have four tallies across the pan. The Bay team's only run came in the 
fourth inning when three errors sent Higgins across the plate. 

Spring Hill A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. St. Stanislaus A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Babington, C, 4 1 14 1 Healery, R. F 4 10 

Beatrous, C. F. 3 10 1 Voelkel, 2b 4 2 

O'Neil, S. S 3 10 2 1 Castillio, S. S 4 2 10 

Walet, lb 4 10 Higgins, O. F....... 3 10 1 

Winling, 2b 3 112 10 Phillips, P 3 4 2 

Toups, P 3 110 3 Rosenblath, L. F „ 3 10 

Lopez, R. F 3 10 1 Babin, C 3 10 4 1 

White, 3b 2 10 12 Jaubert, lb 2 7 10 

H. Billeaud, L. F 3 10 Stafford, 3b ...._.. 3 3 2 

Totals 28 4 6 27 9 3 Totals 29 1 1 27 15 4 

By innings: 

St. Stanislaus 000 000 100—1 

Spring Hill r _ 010 010 020—4 

Summary: Two-base hits, Winling. Stolen bases, Rosenblath, Toups (2). Sacri- 
fice hits, Beatrous, O'Neil, Toups. Struck out, by Toups 12, by Phillips 9. Bases on 
balls, off Toups 1. Hit by pitcher, by Phillips (White). Wild pitch, Phillips. Earned 
runs, Spring Hill 1, St. Stanislaus none. Time of game, 1 hour, 45 minutes. 
May 14— Pensacola K. of C.'s 8; Spring Hill 4. 
On May 13th the Pensacola Knights of Columbus baseball team came to Spring 
Hill to play a return engagement of three games. An all-day rain on the thirteenth 
prohibited play and it was accordingly decided to play three games on the 14th. The 
Knights won the morning game by an 8 to 4 score, defeating Billeaud. In the after- 
noon the local team took both ends of a double header, 7-0, 8-4, Toups pitching 'both 

The Knights won the first game in the second inning when they bunched four hits, 
a sacrifice, a fielder's choice and an error, for a total of six runs. 

Billeaud pitched steady ball after the second inning and though two runs were 
scored off him, they came after a couple of miscues by his mates. Bonifay, the 
Knights' twirler, was touched for twelve safe blows, among which were two doubles, a 
triple and a four-ply wallop by Beatrous in the eighth inning. His support, however, 
was superior to Billeaud's and it is to his support that his victory can be attributed. 

K. of C.'s A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. Spring Hill A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Villar, C. F » 4 12 10 Babington, C 4 4 2 1 

McMurray, S. S 4 3 Beatrous, C. F 4 4 2 1 

Scarrit, L. F 4 11110 O'Neil, S. S 4 2 13 2 

Mosely, 3b _ 3 12 15 2 Walet, lb 4 11 3 

White, C _ 2 10 Winling, 2b 4 12 4 5 

Canchez, 2b 4 113 2 Lopez, R. F, 4 12 12 

Johnson, R. F 4 10 10 1 White, 3b 4 2 10 

Serra, lb 3 10 7 10 H. Billeaud, L. F 3 1110 1 

Bonifay, P 3 2 2 A. Billeaud, P 3 1111 

Totals 31 8 8 24 12 3 Totals 34 4 12 24 11 6 


By innings: 

K. of C.'s 060 010 10—8 

Spring Hill 001 000 12—4 

Summary: Home run, Beatrous. Three-base hits, Villar, H. Billeaud. Two-base 
its, White, R. Winling. Stolen bases, Sanchez, Scarrit. Sacrifice hit, White. Triple 
lay, Lopez to Walet to Winling. Double play, O'Neil to Winling to Walet. Struck 
out, by Bonifay 7, by Billeaud 4. Hit by pitcher, by Billeaud (White, Mosely). Time 
of game, 1 hour, 15 minutes. Umpires, Street and McKenna. 

May 14— Spring Hill 7; Pensacola K. of C.'s 0. 
In the second game of the series and the first of the double header Toups let the 
Knights down with one hit, while the local artillery banged out twelve safe blows off 
Pitcher Burmeister's delivery. The local team won this game by outplaying and in 
this particular contest, by outclassing the opposition. The deadly work began in the 
first inning. After Toups had blanked the Knights in their half of the first inning the 
locals began with a bang. With one down, Beatrous drew a pass, O'Neil singled, send- 
ing him to second, Winling tripled to deep center and both scored. Winling crossed 
the pan when he and Walet executed a squeeze play. Toups flied out ending the in- 
ning. The bombardment lasted throughout the game. The Knights were unable to 
solve Toups' delivery and seven hit the dust in the seven frames of play. 

K. of C.'s A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. Spring Hill A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Villar, C. F ...... 3 4 1 Babington, C 4 17 

McMurray, S. S 3 14 Beatrous, C. 3 2 2 

Scarrit, L. F. 3 O'Neil, S. S 4 113 12 

Mosely, 3b 3 112 Winling, 2b ..... 4 2 2 3 

White, C. 3 15 Walet, lb 3 2 11 1 

Sanchez, 2b „„ 3 110 Toups, P 3 115 

Johnson, R. F 2 Lopez, R. F 3 10 

Serra, lb 2 6 10 R. White, 3b 3 12 111 

Burmeister, P 2 11 H. Billeaud, L. F 2 

Mahorner, L. F..„. 1110 

Totals .24 01 18 84 

Totals ,30 7 12 21 11 3 

By innings: 

K. of C.'s 000 000 0—0 

Spring Hill 301 003 x— 7 

Summary: Three-base hit, Winling. Two-base hits, White, Walet, Mahorner, R. 
White. Double play, Sanchez to Serra to McMurray. Struck out, by Toups 7, by Bur- 
meister 4. Base on balls, off Burmeister 1. Hit by pitcher, by Toups (Villar). Stolen 
bases, Toups. Sacrifice hits, Walet, McMurray. Umpires, Street and McKenna. 
May 14— Spring Hill 8; Pensacola K. of C.'s 4. 
The third game of the series was won by the locals by an 8-4 score. Toups, on 
the mound again, pitched a steady game and kept the Knights' eight bingles well scat- 
tered, while Bonifay was touched when hits meant runs. Spring Hill scored in the 
second, three in the third and three in the fifth combining seven hits and four errors 
when they were most needed. Bonifay's drive over the left field fence and three tallies 
in the fourth made up Pensacola's total. 

K. of C.'s A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. Spring HiU A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Villar, C. F 3 12 Babington, C 4 2 6 10 

McMurray, S. S 4 14 Beatrous, C. F 3 2 

Scarrit, L. F 4 12 O'Neil, S. S. 4 12 14 2 

Mosely, 3b 4 12 2 1 Winling, 2b 3 10 2 1 

White, C 3 115 11 Walet, lb 4 2 18 

Sanchez, 2b 4 3 3 1 Toups, P, ....._ 3 2 113 

Johnson, R. F 3 Lopez, R. F 2 2 2 10 

Serra, lb 3 17 1 R. White, 3b 3 13 10 

Bonifay, P 3 110 2 Billeaud, L. F 3 

Totals 31 4 8 18 12 4 Totals .29 8 9 21 12 3 


By innings: 

K. of C.'s _ 001 300 0—4 

Spring Hill 023 030 0—8 

Summary: Home run, Bonifay. Three-base hits, Lopez, R. White. Two-base hits, 
Babington, Mosely (2), White. Stolen Bases, Serra, Toups, Billeaud. Sacrifice hit, 
Beatrous. Struck out, by Toups 6, by Bonifay 5. Base on balls, off Toups 2, off Bon- 
ifay 1. Wild pitch, Toups. Hit by pitcher, by Bonifay (Winling). Umpires, Murphy 
and Castagnos. 

May 22— St. Stanislaus 3; Spring Hill 7. 
Strauss pitched his first game of the season against St. Stanislaus and came out 
on the long end of the score. Strauss pitched fine ball especially in,' the holes into •which 
he got himself. He allowed only two hits and struck out five men. 

St. Stanislaus made a run in the first inning, mixing a hit toy pitcher, a walk, an 
error, and a hit into one unearned run. In our half of tfhe second, Phillips walked a 
man with the bases full, thus tieing the score, which was soon untied when St. Stanis- 
laus got their second run on errors and a passed ball. 

In the fourth, after Strauss had pitched but three balls to retire the Bay St. Louis 
boys, things started for us. Babington got hit and Beatrous got a hit which went for 
two sacks, Babington scoring on Bishop's error. O'Neil got on and Winling knocked 
the foul flag down for four bags. Captain Walet, not to be outdone, tried to knock 
down a pecan tree on the far side of the fence and he also took four 'bags. / In the' 
eighth, with two down, Phillips knocked the apple for three bases, and scored on 
Winling's error. 

St. Stanislaus A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. Spring Hill A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Higgins, C. F... 4 Babington, C - 2 112 2 

Loelkel, 2b 3 10 4 5 1 Beatrous, C. F 3 13 1 

Castillio, S. S 4 10 O'Neil, S. S „. 3 10 2 3 1 

Jaubert, lb 3 8 1 Winling, 2b 4 12 17 1 

Phillips, P 4 2 112 Walet, lb 5 1 1 16 1 

Rosenblath, L. F 4 10 Lopez, R. F 3 110 

Cerniglia, R. F 4 10 White, R. F 3 12 2 2 

Bishop, C 4 5 2 1 H. Billeaud, L. F 2 110 

Stafford, 3b. 3 4 10 Toups, C. F 10 10 

Mahorner, L. F 2 

Totals 33 3 2 24 10 3 A. Billeaud, R. F 

Burguieres, C 3 

Strauss, P 5 2 

Totals .34 7 12 27 17 3 

By innings: 

St. Stanislaus 101 000 010—3 

Spring Hill 010 510 OOx— 7 

Summary: Home runs, Winling, Walet. Three-base hit, Phillips. Two-base hits, 
Beatrous, Babington. Stolen bases, Higgins, Jaubert, Rosenblath, Toups, Lopez. 
Struck out, by Phillips 5, by Strauss 5. Base on balls, off Phillips 5, off Strauss 3. 
Hit by pitcher, by Phillips, Babington (2), by Strauss, Higgins. Double play, O'Neil 
to Winling to Walet. Left on bases, St. Stanislaus 6, Spring Hill 14. Earned runs, off 
Phillips 3, off Strauss 0. Umpires, Street and Castagnos. Time 1 hour, 45 minutes. 
May 27 — Spring Hill 14; McGowin-Lynos 3. 
We closed our baseball season of 1920 by beating the hardware boys to the tune of 
14 to 3. The score would have been much larger, but having piled up eleven runs in 
the first four innings, our boys relaxed their vicious attack and contented 'themselves 
with boosting their batting averages. In the first inning six hits with good headwork 
on the bases enabled us to secure six runs. Babington and Beatrous both drew passes, 
Babington scored on O'NeiPs single. Winling, Walet, Toups, Lopez and Billeaud all 
hit safely. The next three men grounded out. Thus closed the first inning, the be- 
ginning of the end. 

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in tlhe eighth when a base on balls, a hit and a few errors allowed them two runs* 

Toups pitched excellent ball, whiffing six men and allowing five hits. Babington 
and White played their positions well. Walet starred with the willow, getting four out 
of five. Lopez and Billeaud also hit the ball, each getting three out of four. 


Spring Hill A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. McGowin-Lyons A.B. R. H. P.O. A. E. 

Babington, C 5 117 10 Erhardt, C. F . 3 10 2 

Beatrous, C. F 4 3 2 10 Kane, 2b 4 2 12 10 

Mahorner, C. F 10 10 Norton, O. . .... 4 2 6 10 

O'Neil, S. S 5 2 2 3 Williams, lb 4 16 

Winling, 2b . 5 2 2 3 11 Wiseman, L. F 4 2 10 

Walet, lb 5 3 4 4 10 Dais, R. F _ 4 012 

Toups, P 4 12 10 King, 3b 3 2 2 

Lopez, R. F 4 2 3 10 Winter, S. S 2 11 

Burguieres, R. F„ 10 Diamond, S. S _ 2 10 1 

White, 3b 4 14 2 1 Gordon, P 

H. Billeaud, L. F 4 3 10 Murrey, P 

A. Billeaud, L. F„..... 10 1 Jackson, P 4 10 

Totals 43 14 20 27 5 3 Totals 34 3 5 24 7 4 

Summary: Stolen bases, Walet, Toups 2, Erhardt, Kane. Sacrifice hits, O'Neil, 
Toups, White. Struck out, by Toups 6, by Murrey 1, by Jackson 4. Base on balls, off 
Toups 2, off Gordon 2, off Jackson 1. Innings pitched, by Gordon 1-3, none on 1 out, 
with 5 hits and 6 runs. By Murrey 2 2-3, none on no out, with 5 hits 2 runs. Losing 
pitcher Gordon. Left on bases Spring Hill 9, McGowin Lyons 5. Time 2 hours. Um- 
pires, McKenna and Tutweiler. 

Batting Averages 

Player. AB. H. Pet. 


















































Home runs: Beatrous, O'Neil, Winling and Walet. Three-base hits: Winling, 
Lopez, White and H. Billeaud. Two-base hits: Winling 4, Walet 3, Toups 2, O'Neil 2, 
Babington 2, White 2, Beatrous and Mahorner. Stolen bases: Toups 8, Beatrous 2, 
Lopez 2, Walet 2, H. Billeaud 2 and A. Billeaud 1. Sacrifice hits: O'Neil 4, H. Bil- 
leaud 3, Toups 2, Walet 2, Beatrous 2, Babington 2 and White 1. 


High School Athletics 

Coach Murphy had his hands full trying to place his men in their right positions. 
Two big problems confronted him at the very outset of the season. Only one man 
remained as a battery candidate, Hyronemus, who pitched such good ball last year. 
Bonner showed lots of stuff, but lacked the big essential — experience: Semmes and 
Sullivan reported for the receiving end. After the first two games it was evident that 
the former could not hold down the job. On account of his great hitting ability, he 
was changed to an outfield position. Sullivan also lacked experience. Bogue was then 
shifted from the outfield and on account of his ability to learn, filled the bill in a very 
creditable manner. Then it was discovered that another pitcher was needed. Smith 
was taken off first and added a few well pitched games to the won column. 

This left first base to be filled. Captain Marston was shifted from second' and 
showed his versatility by playing a good steady game. Junkin, on third, proved the 
most consistent player on the team. He batted over 400 and fielded and threw beauti- 
fully. Gilbert and Druhan played good ball in the infield, while Shanahan and Ed. 
McEvoy proved themselves capable fly chasers. Semmes led in batting with the splen- 
did average of .488 Many of his drives were for extra bases. 
The following is the list of games: 

High School 17; All Stars 5 
On March 21st, the team opened the season with an easy victory over the AH Stars 
of Mobile. Hyronemus toyed with his opponents, while Semmes featured at the bat. 
Score: R. H. E. 

All Stars .004 100 0—586 

High School ....-140 921 *— 17 16 5 

Batteries: Roberts, Neely and Jones; Hyronemus and Semmes. 

High School 5; Johnson and Barrett 8. 
The second game turned out to be defeat, owing to an uphill fight by the Johnson 
and Barrett nine. Junkin played the best game for the High School, while J. Neely's 
batting featured for the visitors. 

Score: R. H. E. 

Johnson and Barrett _ .013 020 002 — 8 8 3 

High School 400 010 000— 5 6 4 

Batteries: Pfeister and Childress; Hyronemus and Bogue. 
High School 9; Johnson and Barrett 10. 
On April 18th, we again went down to defeat before the Johnson and Barrett ag- 
gregation. The game was played in a heavy rain, but was interesting in the many 
rallies made by the different teams. Marston featured the game with two triples at 
critical times. 

Score: R. H. E. 

Johnson and Barrett 100 500 004 — 10 5 6 

High School „ 020 210 004— 9 13 4 

Pfeister, Roberts and Colson, Childress; Bonner, Hyronemus and Bogue. 

High School 2; G. C. M. A- 8. 
April 21st saw a pretty pitching battle break up when the Gulf Coast) Military 
Academy team started a terrific assault on Hyronemus' benders in the sixth inning. 
Up to this the High School was leading 2-0. With one down in this inning, Carroway, 
third baseman for the visitors, drove the ball over the left field fence for a home run. 
One run was added to this before the inning was over, four in the seventh and two in 
the ninth. Carroway featured for G. C. M. A. at the bat with two doubles, a single 
and a home run in five times at bat. Junkin again featured for the High School. 
Score: R. H. E. 

G. C. M. A .000 002 402— 8 10 2 

High School , 100 100 000— 2 2 7 

Batteries: Connell and McDade; Hyronemus and Bogue. 

High School 27; Fort Morgan 4. 
The High School enjoyed a swatfest down at Fort Morgan on April 25th. Every 








man on the team seemed to have the batting fever, hitting G. Smith at will. Pat Smith 
pitched his first game for the High School. 

Score: R. 

High School 501 002 976—27 

Port Morgan , - 201 000 100— 4 

Batteries: P. Smith and Sullivan; G. Smith and Zipp. 

High School 11; Barton 4. 

The team had an easy time with Barton, April 28th. Barton played a miserable 
game in the field, practically handing us the victory. Bonner pitched his. first full 

Score: R. H. E. 

Barton 000 101 2—4 9 IS 

High School -411 023 *— 11 8 7 

Batteries: Bonner and Bogue; Colson and Allen. 

High School 0; G. C. M. A. 5. 

In the return game with the Gulf Coast Military Academy, played at Gulfport, May 
1st, our batters were helpless before the excellent pitching of Baggett, who held them 
to one lone single. Smith twirled good ball. Errors behind him paved the way for 
some of the scores. 

High School 000 000 000— 14 

G. C. M. A 020 001 02*— 5 8 3 

Batteries: Smith and Bogue; Baggett and McDade. 

High School 5; Barton 2. 

The High School won the City High School Championship on May 5th by defeat- 
ing Barton in the second game of the series. Hyronemus pitched fine ball and was 
helped in the pinches by some fine fielding. Shanahan's hitting featured. 
Score: R. H. E. 

Barton 200 000 00— 2 2 6 

High School 200 200 1*— 5 6 7 

Batteries: Sinbach and Colson; Hyronemus and Bogue. 

High School 9; Fort Morgan 7. 

In a poorly played game the High School defeated the soldiers from the Fort on 
May 15th at the College Campus. P. Smith hurled good ball, but errors helped the 
soldiers pile up seven runs against him. 

Score: R. H. E. 

Fort Morgan 022 100 002— 7 7 9 

High School 101 400 30*— 9 8 9 

Batteries: G. Smith and Zipp; P. Smith and Sullivan. 

High School 4; Johnson and Barrett 3. 

Druhan's timely hitting helped us to a sweet victory over Johnson and Barrett on 
May 23d. With two on and two out in the first, Semmes was purposely walked. Druhan 
doubled to left, two men scoring. Again in the seventh Druhan drove in the tying run 
and scored the one necessary to win. 

Score: R. H. E. 

Johnson and Barrett 000 021 — 3 9 6 

High School 000 030 1— 4 10 5 

Batteries: A. Neely and Barrett; Smith and Bogue. 

High School 8; Johnson and Barrett 1. 

In the last game of the season the team brought in number of victories up to 
seven out of the eleven played, again defeating Johnson and Barrett by a score of 8 
to 1. Semmes' homer in the fourth with two on started the visiting twirler to his down- 
fall. Hyronemus had an easy time of it, allowing only one hit. 

Score: R. H. E. 

Johnson and Barrett „ -000 000 100 — 111 

High School 000 311 12*— 8 10 6 

Batteries: Robinson, McCaffery and Barrett; Hyronemus and Bogue. 



June Bugs 

Although in the beginning the prospects for a good team' were not very bright, 
by steady and persistent effort the June Bugs worked themselves into a winning com- 
bination, taking seven out of eight games played. After about three weeks of practice 
the following were chosen from among the candidates: Levert, captain and catcher; 
Dietlein, catcher; Foster, Henry, Zieman and Vega, pitchers; Simpson, first base; Har- 
rison, second base; Camargo, shortstop; C. Marston, third base; H. McEvoy, left field; 
Dimitry, center field; L. Tofoin, right field; Courtney, Farr and Ingersoll, substitutes. 

To Levert and Mike Simpson goes the credit for much of the team's success. The 
former, although his throwing was poor, handled the pitchers in great style and kept 
the team together by his pep and spirit. The latter developed wonderfully during the 
season and gives promise of being a really great first baseman. Foster and Henry bore 
the brunt of the pitching and both showed to excellent advantage. 

In all, eight games were played and seven won. The most prominent victory of 
the season was that over McGill Institute, when Henry's superb pitching and Marston's 
timely batting gave us the big end of a 5-3 score. Earlier in the season Foster had 
pitched a no hit game against McGill. Dimitry led the team in batting and base steal- 
ing, while five times during the season Mike Simpson worked the squeeze play. The 
only defeat came in the last game of the season and to the June Bugs' credit let it be 
said that they played a team altogether out of their class. The following is the list 
of games played: 

June Bugs 




June Bugs 



June Bugs 


Peoples Bank, Jrs. 

June Bugs 



June Bugs 




June Bugs 


St. Louis 

June Bugs 




June Bugs 


Bull Frogs 


Alumni Notes 

'66 Rev. John Darcy Brislan, S. J. A. B. '66, who was a student at Spring 
Hill for a period of three years, has just completed his fortieth year 
as a priest. During this time he held many distinguished offices- He 
was besides a teacher of Rhetoric, the Vice President at Spring Hill. 
Moreover he served as President of several institutions. We congrat- 
ulate Father Brislan on his successful career in God's service. 

'79 Richard H. Fries, Ex. A. B. 79, has lately written to us and for- 
warded some of his latest poems, which were much appreciated. 

'83 Mr. Jules Carriere, '83-'84, once more returned to visit the college on 
April 6th last. As he looked over the old place many happy remem- 
brances of the past came back to him, for Mr. Carriere spent many 
joyful days at Spring Hill. 

'85 James F. McCaleb, A.B. '85, sent us a list of his numerous poems and 
writings on medical and other subjects. He is at present a physician 
and planter at Carlisle, Miss. 

'86 Dr. J. E. Doussan, A.B. '90, was a candidate for the speakership of 
Louisiana Legislature. This is an honor to his Alma Mater as well 
as to Dr. Doussan. 

'97 James H. Glennon, A.B. '97, an old Spring Hill boy, delivered the 
Baccalaureate address this year. Having gone through the same cere- 
monies himself, his oration showed a knowledge of What would appeal 
to the heart of a graduate. 

'09 Roger Reed, B.S- '09, who has just recently returned from France, 
where he was serving his country, has recently visited the college. 
When Mr. Reed arrived in America he was sadly stricken with; the 
news that his wife was dead. The Springhillian extends its condol- 
ence to Mr. Reed in his grief. 

'09 John Deegan, B.S. '09, a Mobile boy residing in Ashville, N. C, mar- 
ried Miss Hollis of that city. May their married life be one of hap- 
piness and success. 

'13 Lee Appolinaire Plauche has been appointed assistant bank examiner 
for Louisiana. A supper was held in his honor at the Commercial 
Hotel, Ville Platte, La. We join with his numerous friends in extend- 
ing our congratulations. 

'14 Le Doux Provosty, A.B. '14, is a graduate in law at the University of 
Tulane. Le Doux has merited the praise of his Alma Mater. 

'14 Goronwy O. Brown, A.B. '14, has made his first appearance in medical 
literature by publishing "Changes in the Blood in Influenza," which 
is much appreciated in medical circles. 

'15 John Van Heuval, B.S. '15, who made a name for himself in France, 
is now reaching for success in other lines. John is in the oil business, 
and is doing very well. As oil is one of the largest industries of 
the day, we have no doubt that John will be amply rewarded for his 

'15 Leslie Cassidy, A.B. '15, has recently received the degree of M. D. at 
St. Louis University. Congratulations, Leslie. 

'16 Ed. Crowell, A.B. '16, is to be married in London to Miss Elita de 


SegUndo on June 23rd. The Springhillian offers congratulations and 

an extended order for a happy married life. 
'16 F. C. Morere, A.B. '16, is attaining success Jn the import business. 

We wish Frank all success for he is dear to the heart of every S. H. C. 

hoy who remembers him. 
'16 W. Logan, A.B. '16, obtained the degree of L.L. B. at Georgetown. 
'17 Louis Mackin, A.B. '17, is in the grocery business, having followed in 

the footsteps of his father. Louis was a favorite among the boys 

when he was here, being a good athlete, so he is not easily forgotten. 
'18 A. A. Festorazzi, B.S- '18, did not return to Boston Tech this year, 

but has added another year to his course in engineering at Auburn. 

We wish Angelo all success in his studies and in after life. 
'18 James Murray, B.S. '18, has taken to the sea as an occupation. He is 

now in France on his second voyage, having already made a six 

months voyage to England. We wish Jim good luck in all kinds of 

'19 Tom Hails, A.B. '19, has just completed his first year in engineering 

at Boston Tech. We have no doubt that there will be many openings 

for Tom when he completes his course. 
'19 George Schwegmann, B.S. '19, is asssitant Sporting Editor of the 

Times Picayune. We are glad to see George achieve promotion in so 

short a time. 
'19 Matt Rice, A.B. '19, has sent us the following taken from the Augusta 

Chronicle : 

The Augusta Spring Hill Club, composed of former students of Spring Hill 
College, Mobile, of whom there are a large number in Augusta, enjoyed a delight- 
ful luncheon and social gathering at Stulb's Monday night. A motion was passed 
at the luncheon to have the R. O. T. C, when passing through Augusta enroute 
to Columbia, S. C, where they will go into camp, remain over in Augusta for at 
least one day as the guests of the Spring Hill Club. An invitation was forwarded 
to these young men last night. Meetings are being held regularly by the Augusta 
Spring Hill Club and it is rapidly growing to be a strong organization. 

'20 J. Z. Bishop, Ex. A.B. '20, completes his course in law at the Uni- 
versity of Alabama this season. We congratulate Julian on the 
success he has attained at that institution and wish him more to come 
when he steps into the world. 

'21 C. C. Inge, Ex. B.S. '21, who attended University of Alabama this 
year, has just returned to his home in Mobile. We are glad to hear 
of the splendid record Clifton made and hope he will continue his 

'21 Spring Hill is proud in having at nearly every place her teams chance 
to play, some few who have once attended the college. The baseball 
team was supported in Pensaeola by Chas. Oliver, Ex. A.B. '21, and 
James Christie, Ex. A.B. '21. 

'22 Not every team is blessed in having an umpire on whom it can rely. 
The services of Larry G. Dugas, Ex. B.S. '22, who umpired the bases in 
the Jefferson series, were kindly appreciated by the team as well as 
by the college. 

Among other loyal rooters at the hotly contested L. S. U. series 
were Dr. Mark Levert, A.B. '93, Dr. Wm. Barker, A.B. '13, and Paul 


Schuessler, A.B. We unite with the team in thanking them for 

their loyal support. 
The beginning of April marked another success for Spring Hill as far as 

the success of her old students are concerned. Oliffe E. Laborde, B.S. 

was elected Superintendent of Education of the Parish of Avoyelles, 

La. We congratulate him on his success. 
C. McHardy was lately awarded degree of D. D. S. at Loyola. 
Among our visitors for commencement were Ralph Alcocis, R. Crane, J. 

Power, H. Ziegler, W. Curren, W. Hartwell and F. Movere. 
News has reached us that Rev. A. de Montsabert, S. J., and Rev. J. Murphy, 

S. J., both professors at Spring Hill College, some years ago, are 

soon to be raised to the ranks of the Sacred Priesthood. The Spring- 

hillian joins with their many friends at Spring Hill in wishing them 

many fruitful years of service in the sacred ministry. 




On the evening of Tuesday, March 23rd, at Hotel Dieu, died Mr. John 
Basil McAuley, S. J., professor of third year of high school at Jesuits' 
College. His death occurred a few hours after an operation for appendicitis. 
No undue seriousness had been attached to the operation, and everyone 
had expected him back at his position after a few weeks' convalescence. His 
death, sudden as it was and totally unexpected, came as a severe blow to 
the members of the community and to his many friends outside. 

Mr. McAuley was born in Dublin, Ireland, on the 14th of June, 1889, 
and received his secondary education at the Jesuit College of Mungret, 
Ireland. In 1906 he entered the Jesuit novitiate at Canterbury, England, 
but was called home on account of the sudden and serious illness of his 
father, who, however, lived in uncertain health until March, 1917. Mr. 
McAuley again applied for admission into the Society, this time to the New 
Orleans Province, and was received at the novitiate at Macon, Ga., on the 
24th of October, 1909. After two years of novitiate training, and after re- 
viewing the classics, he was sent to make his higher studies at 'the College 
of the Sacred Heart, Woodstock, Md. Here he spent three years studying 
philosophy and the sciences, on the termination of which he returned to 
the South. His first year of magisterial work was spent at Spring Hill, 
where he taught languages and mathematics. The year following he was 
assigned to Jesuits' College, New Orleans, where he remained to the time 
of his death as professor of various high school classes. Mr. McAuley was 
for several years director of the Altar Boys' Association; for the year 
preceding his death he had been the moderator of the literary and debating 
society of the college. This would have been his last year as scholastic 
teacher. Next September he would have probably departed for his course 
in theology and and after three years, ordination. He often expressed his 
hopes of being allowed to pursue these final studies at the Jesuit theologate 
in Ireland, where he could be ordained in the presence of his mother and 
other relatives. 

Mr. McAuley was perhaps best known for his knowledge of the 
classics and mathematics, and for his success in teaching these branches. 
Educated at Mungret College, he had imbibed the splendid, all-round train- 
ing for which that institution is renowned. Gifted as he was, he rapidly 
developed into a strikingly efficient teacher. He governed his class with 
firmness and gentleness. He could not stand the boy who could, yet would 
not study; those, however, who did their best always found him a true 
friend and a cheerful companion. He was very popular with all who 
knew him well, and was esteemed highly by many friends in the city. As 
he was one of the most promising scholastic teachers in the Province, his 
death is a distinct loss to the Order. 

On the morning after his death, with the college students attending 
in a body, the Office of the Dead was chanted by the reverend clergy of 
the college; a requiem mass was said, and the last rites of the church 
were offered for the repose of the soul. The body was brought that evening 
to Soring Hill and was interred in the Jesuit Cemetery here. May he 
rest in peace. — J. J. McC., S. J. 



On ending up the year the ex-man, like every other member of the staff, is placed 
between two fires, the imposing phantom figure of term examinations that stares him 
in the face, and the work of digging from out of the maze of spring periodicals some- 
thing to put on paper. This time we are all but covered with a veritable shower of 
spring poems and essays. Authors, who in other issues told of the "Wrath of Achilles," 
the newest things in science and philosophy, and with all serious mien described thrill- 
ing love scenes and stirring adventures, suddenty diverted their labors to exhilarating 
melodies on spring, and masterful descriptions of the "purple hue of the tender violet" 
and "the verdant flush of awakening spring" and "musical chattering of the little 
birds," etc. But the whole list of compositions is noticeable for the variety in choice 
of themes and the different methods of developing the same subject. 

It cannot be denied that poets are given license to break occasionally the regular 
metre of a poem or to change the rhyme, but in a little poem of only three stanzas 
we cannot commend the frequent breaking of the verse and the change of rhyme. "His 
Images" in the Fordham Monthly shows imagination and thought, but its metre could 
have been better looked after. "The Awakening" and "Armenia" are two short little 
poems that tell their story in a few well written lines. Filled and inspired "by^ the 
enlivening spirit" of spring the author of "A Ballade" clothes his composition with a 
flood of choice poetic words and expressions. "The Lost Continent" revives the age- 
old legends of lost continents and reminds us of the mythical Atlantis. Yet here we 
find a poem where the subject of the composition is necessary for a clear interpretation 
of the whole. We were glad to note the deviation from the over-worked iambic meter. 
In "An Answer" we find at least one case where the lure of the north outspells the 
music seasonable worship of spring. "The Ferryman," with its musical rythmn, attracts 
mostly for the unusual ending of each stanza. 

To appreciate fully many of the incidents in the "Courteous Bandit," the reader 
must possess ample a copious imagination, but the bits of humor and the mocking at- 
tempt at Wild West color are characteristics which demand admiration. 

The prim little essay "Spring" discloses the fact that another poor author has 
succumbed to the spring fever and the flood of spring thoughts is so poetical in its 
nature that a little meter would transform the essay into a sober verse. The ideas ex- 
pressed are somewhat disjointed for unity's sake. 

"Mr. Hooley on Modern Reforms" takes the part of two old "Hibernians" who 
wail the bonds of prohibition and everything connected with modern ideas in strong 
Irish brogue. The Exchange Department is to be complimented on its excellent 

The essay, "Gregorian Music," in the Gonzaga, is instructive in its character, yet 
shows life and animation. "Alaska" is a thorough and interesting survey of Alaskan 
resources and developments, but it does not give much scope for personal literary 
excellence, dwelling as it does on statistics only. Although it shows little imagination 
or originality, the single story in the periodical entitled "When Black Is White" is 
fairly well developed. The author delights in love scenes and we find such thrill in 
words like these, "She came into his arms." The climax is not^very well defined. "Up 
North" denotes a restless sph'it like that of a school iboy who longs to throw all his 
books aside for the vacation days. Poems such as "The Night Hours," "The Announce- 
ment" and "The Benediction Idyll" are deserving works and show the superiority of 
the Gonzaga's poetry over its prose. 

When we consider the volumes written upon Shakespeare and his works, it is 
hard and even discouraging to write anything else original on such a theme, but it is 
to be said about the "Madness of Hamlet'* that it handles its subject creditably and 

"The Short Story" in the May number of the Loyola University Magazine is an 
essay, ably written. The spirit and animation sadly lacking in most essays denotes the 
author's thorough knowledge of his subject and the interest which he himself must have 
manifested. As a short story "Peter Tempe, Schemer," excels all that we have read 
so far this issue. The conclusion has the "desired twist" if I may use such an ex- 



pression. It develops a simple plot in such a manner as to keep us on the tip-toe of 
anticipation until the last line is read. 

In "A Man for the Ages" we were puzzled to know whether the writer was prais- 
ing Lincoln or Mr. Bacheller, since the first half is devoted to Mr. Lincoln, while 
the last half extols Mr. Bacheller and his book. 

"Hands Off, Parson," is an attempt at one-act comedy, but it is too improbable to 
deserve great consideration. The spirit or zest of the play is not such as would merit 
great praise. "My Steed" has a rythmical effect which deserves credit. 

Under the guise of a philosophical precept the author of the |"Cosmic Urge" tells 
his little romance of the girl who went away to the city and camel back; a pleasant 
change from the usual masculine color. 












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